Bird Thoughts
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Vice Around My Heart
A vice around my heart
Which pumps out ice.
Lips sewn shut
Lest I spew out fire.
Snakes slither in my eyes
Poised to strike at your lies.
Heroine in my presence,
a silent addiction.
Fluid in my movements,
Washing away your memory.
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