Memories...

No explanation...
Like a slice through a wrist.
A French kiss with plastic.
Passion marks with tight rope.
The last supper with bullets.

Chilled blade to the voice box,
Surprise! Forced entry, now open.
"Don’t speak…. Don’t bite my palm.
Now relax…. Don’t tell or else."

"Smile pretty girl…Smile for daddy…
What’s wrong? Don’t cry… Big hugs!…
Scorching ear, hot whisper, foul breath
Don’t tell baby girl or else…"

By anony mous
Published: 7/23/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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