oh-my-blemish

CHEATING You tempt with the innocence of plastic. You're a shop window promise. A moment that lies lifeless; drenched in the made-up face of some whore. But I give in to you; even as flies crawl upon my skin. I desperately claw at the stubborn blanket of wings; and try to hide from the blinding light of thoughtless acquiescence. As eternity leaks through me, your eyes are agonizingly shut. And the silence is broken by the silken rustle of bedsheet leaves.