greed
greedy fingers
caressing gentle
figure eights along
your back
soft hands grabbing
hard, pulling
your hair
lips whispering
words, hollow
and empty words
that spin images
of love
greedy fingers
pulling sinew and vein
eating you alive
dripping sarcasm from
the mouth of an angel
in hushed tones
for if it is said softly enough
she knows you can’t spot the difference
between the truth
and the angel’s greedy lies
bree
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