Thursday, May 31, 2012

dismantled...

'I will kill you some day...
Rip you open...dismantle
All your qualms, excuses, would wrap in a bundle
And throw them away...'
Saying this
Feverish
She looked at me...

Her nostrils...
Flared up;
Her chin
Stiffened...

I knew my end sweet is near
I rose to be dismantled...without fear...



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