Thursday, October 8, 2009


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.


Angel Zapata said...

Creepy and dark, fer sure. Love it.

Rob said...

Thanks, Angel!

Allie said...

Love the title

Rob said...

Then you must be a Latin nerd, Allie :D