'Magnolia' (w/photo)
By christy
You clot the veins of a gray world where bones won't bend and blood knows no apology, where remorse is vague and wakeless, and fear is a shiny tool. You are an evil child with a begging cock, you stink of hate and lies and dirty hands raping flowers. Shhhhh... I'd like to play with you, maybe hug you with the bumper of my SUV, caress you with gasoline kisses, drop a match. I'd like to show you how it feels to be the magnolia, flesh spoiling flesh dark as death, dark as her face burning at your hand.This was written after interrupting a man beating up his girlfriend over the weekend. Let's just say he won't be smacking anymore ladies for a while. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 02:56 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"You clot the veins ..."