Monday, January 31, 2011

The Girl Next Door In A Complex Of Flies

“I can fix this. I can fix everything!” I pleaded with her
Desperation falling from my lips like the bullet casings from her clenched hands
The moon outside shines through Heaven as if the kingdom is disappearing
I just wanted to show her paradise through the eyes of death row
Electricity pumps through her tongue, guillotines sharpen on her arms

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