Cin Sweet Fields - He

When the sun bleeds
On and through the window panes
Indiscriminately so
Him tasting of my sour skin
Seeing my trembling hands so white
Belly laughing, him a king of liars
Hiding behind my back
His black eyes feasting on
what's left of my brain
As he gently shuts the blinds

Cin Sweet Fields

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