THE GIRL NAMED SIN.

by Isabelle   Aug 19, 2007


She grazed in death.
in comfort ..
she grazed in eyes
of storm ..
she bled with
pleasured laughter ..
and perished in
the norm.

her lips sinned
without reason.
her hands ..
the knives, she took.
her walk
stopped lights from changing.
she murdered with one look.

HIS drifting mind
stopped pacing ..
and stared death in the face.
his heart and hers were racing ..
yet she burned his sight with mace.

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  • 17 years ago

    by damont

    I like it keep up the work.