broken as butterfly wings

I smeared the thought of you
from my red lips

and felt saturated with that unforgiving
and hell forsaken look

 I felt saturated

wet with wanting

cold as bones

all alone with you

suffocating in my pretend happiness

and crushed
by one
hell forsaken look in your
dark
stormy
 eyes

-k.p.b.

10:58AM 1/26/16 Tuesday