my gothbabe my pale and delicious gothbabe dangles from a wire hypnotizing me until I beg to be poured into the gutter. then my words my faint and hungry words spiral before her like a daydream and gently kiss her blackened lips until her body grows warm and her dark eyes stare beyond the stars. my gothgirl my hot and breathless gothgirl draws her sword and challenges midnight shredding the cruel cartoon leaving me without weapon or pretense at her doorstep alone. my lover my warm and naked lover wraps her arms around my shivering flesh around my words and swallows each loud trembling syllable. Paul David Mena 24 December, 1996 Acton, MA
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