tonyv Posted October 14, 2010 Share Posted October 14, 2010 No longer can I lump this lovers' load. Could it be time to whet the knife? The dark knows well that I must scour this winding road, cold highlands and the raw lowlands, the stark reminders of her crying, angry skin. I cannot even nurse her back to health. For she is now, no end to my chagrin, an artifact placed high upon a shelf without her other, destitute of self. ________________BOOK OF BLOOD Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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