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Angel Bashing I knocked my angel around again today- Her face was bruised and her hair in disarray. I never really mean to but my anger goes on the bound, and my selfish little ego just likes to get around. I’ve pushed her headlong into mud puddles and tripped her up on cement- You’d never know, with her smudged clothes and skinned up knees, that she’s truly heaven sent. My words have blackened her eyes and swollen up her lips- My face full of blame with my hands on my hips. When the world leaves me cold and hungry, and even the stars seem to cry- Desperation and starvation mingle together like stir fry. I devour my own concoction, squirming like maggots and riddled with blight- Afterwards I wrap my hands tightly ‘round her neck and squeeze with all my might. She doesn’t even struggle as I stare deeply into her eyes, all laced with love and brimming with tears- Broken by devotion, I fall sobbing upon her breast, soothed by the sound of her heart beating in my ears. |
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