markbousfield

Oh and there it was that she lay,
I,
as the spook in the shadows,
Boo,
I watched through my claws,
Almost as though I couldn't bear to look,
and it's raining,
damn it's cold up here,
the speckles of her blood glisten through her sweet soft skin,
the best way to keep it in,
I used to think she was pure,
then she drowned my touches in denial,
her breasts,
so bare,
so bare of all the kisses and illnesses I had laid on them before.