CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
Distant Destructions
She runs her nail over the ripened fruit
The yellowing shard tracing the waxy dimples
Moisture beads, sighs then falls
Slipping quickly, quietly, running to the floor.
The hand flinches and groans a moment
Then plungs dirty and deep, rough and smooth
Leaps into the inside with calloused heels
Crushing every perfect dimple, smoothing every perfect groove.
She runs her nail over the ripened fruit
The yellowing shard tracing the waxy dimples
Moisture beads, sighs then falls
Slipping quickly, quietly, running to the floor.
The hand flinches and groans a moment
Then plungs dirty and deep, rough and smooth
Leaps into the inside with calloused heels
Crushing every perfect dimple, smoothing every perfect groove.
