Monday, 7 August 2017

L Isn't For Love (Mosquito Season)

She's the most beautiful thing
She's the emptiest, shallow, most ugly of things
It's hard to believe she's made up of the same stuff as me
Underneath her skin

I'd like to hold her forever close
Like a bird
Sheltering its newborn
Underneath its wing

I'd like to take a hammer
From her skull
All the way down to her shins
Obliterate everything.

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