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Let me speak.
Let the words spill,
Of hate,
Of rage,
Of anger.
Let me display,
My uttermost hatred
For you stood there.
Wiling me,
Teasing me,
Tricking me,
Back into your arms.
Hold me back,
So my punch is not felt,
On the cheek
Where your blood runs cold.
Icy
Icy cheeks.
Of blood so blue.
Where those eyes of darkness,
Drag you in,
Screaming for help out there.
Where your claws grasp at my skin,
Clamping down
And never letting go.
Whimpers of cries,
Leave my lips,
My bruised lips,
My torn lips,
My poor, poor lips.
My voice limp and frail,
Whispers pleas
Pleas of mercy,
But your ears mistake,
For cries of joy
My tears fall,
Draining the ducts
They leave
Landing upon your skin
Your bare skin
That lingers above mine
Your skin
That’s pressed up close,
Too close
Far too close
To my own.