WORDED.ART

Entwined in tendrils
Sharp like razor wire
Her words
Smooth but cold
Like polished marble
Profess their never-dying love
Stealing my last warmth
As she pulls me
Closer still
Digging deeper
Leaving no choice
But what she promises
She never will
The last thing
I’ll ever know
With relief
I feel myself
Let go

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