

To Use, and be UsedShe purges words from her rose-red lips- Words that his selfish ears are immune to Closing her mouth with his, he bids her silent Forcing delicate tears down her porcelain face Her mask slides off leaving her vulnerable- Fragile to his warm, empty grasp Putting on her tea dress, she becomes another toy A doll in his hands; she’s porcelain in his arms Her glass-like skin stained by broken veins His arms wrap around her cracked frame His hot, unfeeling ghost against her soul Their clothes on his sofa and his eventual cigarette The awkwardness of the drive to her supposed niTo Use, and be Used
(This is Tony)
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