----------- fangs on my neck, a reminder of him - that first, in days i longed for innocence. wanting (needing) that fire, that same passion and darkness and teeth piercing flesh ripping skin drinking life, taking me to the edge of the abyss - so dark, so warm, so final. so end it already, my antithesis, my everything. As of 7/23/02, this piece has been chosen for publication by the Int'l Library of Poetry, and is being added to their "Sound of Poetry" collection. As of 9/02, I've been notified this will recieve an Int'l Poet of Merit Silver award. |
