Saturday, May 4, 2013

Caress the Night
Coax out the prize
You sit and wait
Silent and Haunting
Despise the moments
the words in between, 
the fingers,  the hands, 
the ripped and torn
Seams.
It'll spill out the reasons
the hidden crimes
It'll seize the silence
and drown out our cries.

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