Lets the boy think he can break her, like he
broke her once before, hopes to again.
It's an addiction, seems to fix them
both, awhile, till one starts itching
and the other- 'cause it's catching- gets
Need claws through them. Wants to get in
under, somewhere warm, and dark
and deep, unreachable without committing
parts to losing. What they'll keep
is hidden. Locked. Hearts in coffins
built too small to hold
such tiny, tiny, heavy bones. Memories a cage
of ribs, picked clean. The holy skeletons
of dreams- purchased for a song,
sold for a soul.
Within, they wait.
Within, they glow.
Created: Apr 06, 2012_vRai Document Media