I can see that you are
sick with need
so you feed
from me
with more than a little
greed
You can see I’m so
diminished
but…you aren’t
finished…
tip my face to blackened skies
wet trails sliding from my eyes
your mouth is straining
so much of me draining
and you grow warm
and you glow
and I know
All is well
Your eyes are clear
You are well now
the wound might heal and
the hurt is real
when the curt reply
to my cry
is
nothing
And I…
I lean up against the wall
the world is spinning as I try
to recover
It would be so much
easier for me
if you were just
my lover.
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The Oubliette that is AnnThraxx 