he's hers
By moonstar
She inhales and his soul is sucked from his body joining her collection- She reaches out with claws and touches his chest- He shatters like broken glass- Sharded fragments fall to the floor sharp as razor blades- She gathers them and holds them in the palm of her hand- Light reflecting through her- And blows them into the wind of never- And he watches his death played like a film in the reflection of her eyes- Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 03:43 PM PST 0 • 10
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"She inhales and his soul is sucked from his body ..."