her blue as dew irides hug black pupils
and slowly, her eyes grow wider, slowly, do they dilate
crooked lips with cuts and bites smothered with balm
to keep in the secrets that she's kept for so long
her fingers are gentle, easing their way
the pointer and middle like legs, walking up his own - thigh
looking down, unashamed, only shy
like every other time
she has flirted with a demon
finger under her chin, lifting her up to face his eyes
she starts to cry
his throat grows dry
unable to let any syllables escape
to tell her that it's okay - "everything will be okay"
enveloping her - not only physically
enveloping her soft cries, tempting guise
but she tries to pull away
saying
"no, no it will not be."
like every other time she's flirted with Hades
there will be a consequence
like there has been for her past years
only one thing is different
see it in her blue as dew eyes
she has given up her hope to change




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Love me, Love yourself.[link]
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"I talk to God but the sky is empty." ~ Sylvia Plath
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The Lord is my Sheperd, I shall not want.<3
This is a land of prosperity and happiness --->[link]
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The Lord is my Sheperd, I shall not want.<3
This is a land of prosperity and happiness --->[link]
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Following the light...
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my book of poetry: [link]
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Live every moment like it's your last