tweakin
Bluelighter
There was a time when we slept side by side. Her leg - long and lean - would drape across my body - so reassuring. Some nights I would stare at her spidery lashes that stretched out beneath her furrowed brow - shockingly dark against her white skin. She always slept soundly, and it was only then - in the dark silent night - tha ther vulnerability would surface. Once, she asked me to sing to her. We snuggled and my voice lulled her to sleep. I loved the smell that permeated her room - a mix of cinnamon and ripe mangoes - blessing us with sweet dreams.
i do not sleep next to her anymore.
My bed is lonely now and the smell of stale cigarettes and boredom have taken the place of her warmth. I still watch her when she sleeps sometimes, and god, her heart is pure - like the bud that lives within the seed of some exotic fruit, waiting to be released, waiting to be enjoyed by beautiful children in the hot and sticky summer.
she humbles me and i am bemused. Beautiful in every way, her perfection is misunderstood.
Belly bleeding screams flowed out of her gap-toothed mouth - it was not good. They wrapped her in gauze and she was almost a mummy. It was yellow and she decorated it with sad spots of crimson hues - her blood. Broken and in need of repair it was abandoned on the street. Broken and in need of repair, she was cradled softly as the blood seeped through her torn skin.
i do not sleep next to her anymore.
My bed is lonely now and the smell of stale cigarettes and boredom have taken the place of her warmth. I still watch her when she sleeps sometimes, and god, her heart is pure - like the bud that lives within the seed of some exotic fruit, waiting to be released, waiting to be enjoyed by beautiful children in the hot and sticky summer.
she humbles me and i am bemused. Beautiful in every way, her perfection is misunderstood.
Belly bleeding screams flowed out of her gap-toothed mouth - it was not good. They wrapped her in gauze and she was almost a mummy. It was yellow and she decorated it with sad spots of crimson hues - her blood. Broken and in need of repair it was abandoned on the street. Broken and in need of repair, she was cradled softly as the blood seeped through her torn skin.
