The story of a girl...

Once upon a time
in far away eyes
lived a dismal girl
who his her cries

Razor blade hair
all shingled and rusty
swollen red consumed her eyes
leaving them tender and crusty

Skin of mushroom colour
decayed, thin and pale
making gash after slash
many a time to die, though she did fail

Blackest of black
her fingernails, did surround
smudged scum and dirt
straight from the ground

Her small and emaciated, little self
which is covered by scars and clothes
too skinny for ones health
and so pale from blood loss

Day by day
from night to night
harsh physical contact
locked in rooms with no light

Not a one true frined
for this lost and broken soul
continues with life
but so very cold

Scars cover her face
as she turns her head
new sliced gashes on her neck and face
every inch of her skin now stained with red

Sometimes the pain
is worth more than it seems
and for this person to talk to..
Worthy! she deems

He hugs her tight
new gashes for his face
surprised is she
but it feels so right in this place

Slowly she hugs back
more steady streams of tears
except these are different
healing of all old fears

A hug of pure passion
pure love to feel
bright light surrounds them
she looks at the scars on her arms starting to peel

He kisses her forhead
and her cheeks and her nose
he starts to strip off
all of her clothes

His touch brightening the light
making her heal
as the places on her face that he kissed
start to peel

Clatter on the ground
as the razor blades start to fall
as he pets and strokes her hair
though, from cuts on his hands, he does wince and bawl

With a sudden shock
a burst of light
carries him with
as she takes flight

With his bleeding hand
he gentley touches her face
peeling back and stealing the dead hurt
he loves her, she knows it, in any case

Her arms and face
covered in new skin
soft, smoothe and lovely
she finally did win

Her body's grown plump
a nice baby chubby
new skin to be proud of
he whipsers to her, "my lovely"

Hair of pure fullness
silky and rich
no more gashes
no more slits

He strokes her hair
glad it's pain-free
he stares deep into her eyes, forhead to forhead
and embraces her naked, cleansed self greatly

A hug of never letting go
and no more stains of red
they float and land safely
in a feather bed

Passion enfolds
caresses overrun
holding tightness
to be as one

Both naked
and gentley gasping for breath
he lays his head down
and sleeps peacefully on her chest

Such a man
to love her and cherish
without him
she would perish

Such a wonder
with hair of fire redness
eyes to keep
of pure tenderness

He wakes up
as she drifts to sleep
such a newborn angel in his eyes
his forever to hold and to keep

~End~