Tiffany

by sarah   May 26, 2005


The shine of silver
Hurt her eyes
The rustling of clothing
Resonated
Through the darkened room
Soft pain
Shot through her
As sweet liquid
Flowed down her arm
Sweet reliefe
Coursed through her
As crimson
Clouded her eyes
No matter how much
She tried
No matter how much
Blood was spilled
She still felt nothing

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