Her

It was nice while it lasted, shown in her imposed carelessness.
To us, viewers skewed in this pitch black theater.
Naked.
Half insane with her wild hair all around her waist.
Fallen.

No beauty left, no innocence on which to hold on; boring.
We ate her and her warmth in a cold stone table.
We modern men, we modern gray men, dancing in this slow pool.
Groping amazed, licking our fresh wounds. One more whore, one more husk to fuck.

We shared.
Smiling drunk smiles with proud white, perfect teeth.
There is nothing more.
Just her, filling everything, feigning, moving slow.

Her body everywhere, like a subtle mantle over this world.

Her

loudnoises

Joined November 2009

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