by Robert Gryfft
She's beautiful, now. I've taken her mind with a scalpel.
Her flesh is exquisite, her soul flawless.
Her eyes brim over when she looks up at me-- they're full of joy, gratitude, eagerness. Love. She's nothing but emotion, now. I've taken away everything she hated about herself.
She's simple. She's helpless. She's perfect.
She's mine.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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4 comments:
Creepy and dark, fer sure. Love it.
Thanks, Angel!
Love the title
Then you must be a Latin nerd, Allie :D
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