03 September 2008

Mouth Arrest

Sulken cheeks, vacuumed by a force
That gives a braced perception of purity and cleanliness
But reveals its barred and gnashed metal skin
Locking up a gasp so to take the life in a breath away
Palette painted pale pink plummeting, parched
From the secret of salvation
Much to uncomfortable for security
Lies awaiting more than just what is now so.
A prison of sorts
Defying the truth but still the audacity to wish for a first kiss
Detailing all heartbreak over and over: the unfortunate discovery
Of a punishing cheat.

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