Here I stand, glittering
and cold as a breathless fish.
Paradoxically, I aim to smolder, to catch
a spark and ignite.
Kiss me, don't look closely
at the waxy sheen preserving
rotting cells and brittle sinews.
This glamor lasts past midnight,
as long as you fancy.
So let me help you believe
my sunrise ancestors didn't
strike the heart like a poison
spear. I will love you (feebly)
into damnation. One day, you'll wake
in musty sheets, bloodless like an insect,
and wonder when the guts went out
Obvious Twilight references are obvious. However, this isn't a criticism. From a commentary on an movie photo of Edward and co. standing shirtless in a river (wth?), it went in a quite different direction.
A rough draft. Thoughts, comments, constructive feedback please.
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