Blood hits the lips,
& spills & chills
over broken hearts & bones.
Porcelain isn't white enough,
but delicate enough to shatter;
pale skin.
Blistering all over,
your crimson hands,
your dark soft touch.
You're not who I thought you were;
my imagination.

Sleep, sleep deep.
It's never deep enough.
Inside the walls the silence is too dead.
Fluttering lashes hold the key,
to dreams of you & me.
But who are you?
Don't leave.

Please, don't leave.
Hold me close...
if only for a memory.

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