Skeleton Key
The skeleton key lay at her side,
the twist of the hand,
turn of the lock,
reaching within the first strains.
Here is the confessional,
where one must face, one's wate,
and consequently one's fate.
The skeleton key lay at her side,
the twist of the hand,
turn of the lock,
reaching within the first strains.
Her lips spread open like a wound,
showing a few tombstone stumps,
poking out of her gums.
They are black and green,
her tongue squirms between them,
and then she slides out to slick her grinning bitter lips,
as the witches eye gleamed,
from his dream from within..the first strains.
For a moment our fingers touched,
and hers were as cold as twigs,
after a frost,
from his dream from within the first strains...
By starstruck13
© 2008 starstruck13
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