pain.
pain is all she felt as his knuckles kissed her skin.
anger rose like flames and bounced off the walls,
weaving in and out of souls that loved like they hated and hated like they loved.
words.
words spilled from his lips in anticipation of her heart's desire and her mind's refusal to
cooperate in the activities that would unravel in the
sleeping hours of the sun
before the moon went back to its resting place.
and then,
before the sunlight blanketed her world,
he'd swallow her whole and leave her with nothing but his
insides beneath her fingernails.
and yet, she couldn't imagine life without him...
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Angel Davis
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