Scarred scarlet droplets on the white paint coated carpet,
sticking with the story of "I'm sorry, I just dropped it."
Plopped my self down to allow the anger to drown what was left of my frown.
Her hungry eyes linger on my face,
I wonder if this is the beginning or just the middle of this awful game of chase.
There's no place to hide, no place to erase or replace the pride.
Not a single word was said once her fingertips touched my head,
just a smile with a bit of greed lingering, like the crusty old bits on a stale slice of bread.
Fingering my thick hair she whispered:
"You can run from me,
please I love it when you do,
but you are still a part of me and I'm very much a part of you."
Lips curled up into a triumphant smile,
as if the message was stated simply to defile my mental tiles.
Ripped out all the jewelry boxes and cabinets filled with files,
of my life,
my problems,
my tribulations and my trials.
Gems littered the floor with a gleam and a glimmer,
the staunchness of the paper made my sanity feel slimmer.
Her gentle strokes turned to a clutch,
I froze suddenly before I took the touch.
Why so gentle?
Why this time?
Her slurred verbal music started to rhyme.
I watched her comb through my hair and turn her back from me,
like she would set me free,
like this was the beginning of what was meant to be.
But to my torment she turned to face me once again,
bowed her head so low I saw the skin peeling away from the demon who claimed she was a friend.
Stood up,
shook up,
now I've got the guts to stop the rut and get the fuck out of wherever this creature has brought me after I'd been plucked.
But those eyes put me back down,
once again returned my frown,
now she's eyeing the bottle in her hand like it's gonna save her from this town.
"You can't save me and you can't save yourself."
She spat in acid tongue.
"I want you to remember I'm your number: only one"
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Silver slowly consuming the skin,
her fragrance is of acetone,
her vocals are of sin.
"Will you let me in?"
The sultry silky demon with gold eyes,
many men were told to avoid her,
and women especially but only if they were wise.
Vanity consumed her like a mirror liquefied,
now her essence is in emerald and the beauty's locked inside.
Cobalt blue attitude pushed the sliding doors open and she stepped into the room.
BOOM.
All eyes moved to the crimson as it crawled across the floor,
limply it followed it's patron, the burning angel it adored.
A cup enters her hand,
the hostess's legs have turned to sand,
she wobbles backward and ponders what will happen when she sips.
With upturned pupils, tilts her head back and lets the liquid soak her lips.
"This."
Silence erupted in it's most unfashionable manner.
One by one I watched each person get up and leave the manor.
Before I had the strength to move my steel legs,
we made eye contact although she was so far away,
across the room,
but the feelings she omits sits inside and steadies you till you stay,
consumed.
"Ruins, that's all I see here."
Placed her half finished drink upon the table,
then made her way out the door without a noise and completely disappeared.
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