#bsuprompt

They say curiosity killed the cat,

And perhaps that could be true;

But if satisfaction brought him back,

It was in the form of stew.

I've heard these kittens have nine lives,

And I only took the one.

So tell me, truly, what's the crime?

When all has been said and done.

When the marshals commence their bold inspection

Of this violent monstrosity,

You can point them right in my direction,

I fell in love with ripped jeans and cigarette smoke dancing through her parted lips. Inhale as she exhales and capture the residue of her essence amidst the burnt air. I fell in love with stolen kisses in sacred places,sacred spaces ;church bells ringing. I fell for her and got up with scraped knees, bruised palms, stained clothes and blood shot glassy eyes.

I fell in love with sin.

My left ear, the taste of

Terror acid on my tongue.

My feet are itching to walk

Toward sanctuary, it's time to

Decide what to save and

What to destroy

The anchors that

Are tying me to this flame

These shoes of asphalt

And fear, barefoot i

Some wounds you will discover

Are never meant to recover,

But rather remain fresh,

Ever burning on your flesh;

Cautiously veiling the pain

That will drain out your vein

And yet not become a scar

Only to haunt your life and mar

Brutally reminding you of him

To turn you into rows of grim...