Queen of Thorns

Mon, 11/16/2015 - 18:33 -- fallen

Prick.

Betrayal hurts,

oh the prick.

The taste of metal,

on a soft finger is lingering on my throat.

Each drop is it's own separate thorn.

Don't wither.

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