SHE WAS A DEVILISH ANGEL

or an angelic devil?

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE!

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to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. | under a bus, with my fingers crossed. | it feels like nothing matters in our private universe. | take me, i’m yours. | i’ll be a rock and rollin’ bitch for you.  |  you want the real story? you shouldn’t ask me. | i’m so drunk, i don’t mind if you kill me. |  i don’t pretend to know what you want, but i offer love. | you’re so mean, baby! | he will have his way. | i’m bored; come on, let’s get high! | why don’t you walk away? | where i go, there’ll be no kind welcome. | into temptation, right where you belong. | we’re still outsiders. | i never feel pain, won’t you hit me again? | oh, i just don’t know where to begin. | practically all is nearly forgiven. |  black words slipping off my tongue.  |  couldn’t it be easy to believe? | you are afraid of me; that’s why you’re so unkind. | sinner; i have never learned.  |  desolate in anger and safe in isolation.  |  do you feel the pressure?  |  i wanna be forgiven.  |  spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics.  |  how i needed you when i needed you.  |  history has been cruel.  |  do you see what i see? |  is there anybody in there?  |  i’d beg for some forgiveness, but begging’s not my business. |  we may never meet again, so shed your skin and let’s get started.  |  every day i love you less and less.  |  there’s nothing that you love that i’ll ever miss

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                         i   lost   my   love    and   it’s   all   MY   FAULT.

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bopnty.

   their paths cross and the storm of a corrupted syndicate clears if not but for a moment.    this moment is private and sealed between two hearts that found some semblance of peace when there is war among every member,  among its ranks.    

her profile is only outlined by the afternoon skies outside but he doesn’t doubt  that she is the only glimpse of heaven he may ever seen    -    even if they both wrap themselves up in sin with every second that transpires here.   her touch sends a wave of peace through him.   it washes the clots of dirt that cake his body.   

   “   think we’ll make do.  but i don’t doubt he’s starting to get suspicious.  “  

            ‘   whatever    happens,    happens.   ‘     she   taunts   him   with   cynicism   that   he   holds   so    close   to   his   heart.   her   voice   is   mellow,    hoarse.    perhaps   she’s   been    getting   over   a   cold.    perhaps   she   hasn’t   been   sleeping.    it’s    hard   to   rest    with    a   deadbeat    valentine  beside    her   -----    all   she   could   do   was    savor    these   seven    minutes   in   heaven   with   him.

            her   hands   slipped   down   to   his   own,    cold   fingers    crawling   into   his   palms.   ‘   he   can’t   find   us   here,   can   he   ?   ‘

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bopnty.

they slither along a pit of snakes,   disguised in faux skin but marked with a different fate.     they are meant for more than petty transactions and bloodied hands.   when he meets her again     (  they always rendezvous someplace else,  a secret place special only to them  )     he remains a figure of cool just with a touch of warmth in his eyes.        “   are you alone ?   “     VICIOUS DOESN’T KNOW OF THE BETRAYAL THEY COMMIT.   

               upon    this    place,    she   discards   her   mask    ;    she    peels   off   the   act.     this    face   was   made   only   for    one.     only   for   him.     

               she   stood  tall,    heart   low   in   her   throat.    she   held   the   scent    of    another   man,    form    wrapped   in   a    jacket    of   someone   she   might’ve   once   loved   ----   instead,    she’d    snuff   out   a   cigarette  on   its    rigid   fabric,    before   it’d   shrug    off    her   shoulders   and    tumble    to   the   floor.

              she   steps   closer,    the   walk   of   an    angel   ;    of    a    devil.    hips   sway   to   unheard   rhythm,   stopping   just    short    of    his    unshaven   chin.

              a   smirk   forms   on    her    lips,    coupled   with   eyes    of    a   blue    sky,    stained   with   clouds   of   grey.    hands   creep    up   his    arms,   resting    at    his    wide   frame.    ‘    i    have    a    couple   hours.    ‘