She is just a bag of bones.
Sitting on her boyfriend, cold and naked.
With her arms draped over his strong shoulders.
Her spine,
Digging through her back.
He plays her rib-cage like a washboard.
Feeling like fire against her skin, he holds her tight.
She closes her eyes and there She is.
Her black eyes, Her venomous grin.
She laughs,
Like razor-blades crawling slowly through your ears.
Her boney hands come up to cover her ears,
Letting him slip away.
She holds him captive,
As he holds her blindly.
(june2012)
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