words tumble and spill
as the feelings I have shrivle my insides
the fingers hold me still
all of the death that resides
and colors my insides like the paper
white and chalky
the feelings as tall as sky scrapers
you whisper the death into your walky talky
the death that death himself can't stand
twisted and abstract
where all of the pieces land
as all of the bones clacked
bones and skin
on the floor
all of my sin
you will adore
and the blood splatted is not what I wanted
splatted from my insides down
and all of you taunted
as I feel like I drown
I lay on the ground
beside your feet
all of the feelings and sound
from your lips sounded sweet
Naomi~wingedfeature
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