her grace
her face
that smile in the place
of a frown
that makes you drown
in the tears
the silent
fears
that linger
in your mind
far behind
in the dark
waiting there
staying there
never move
an inch
gets you
in a pinch
never feel
or hear
or smell that
lingering taste
slides down your
arm
all the fun
done
red glistening
sharp as wit
full of spit
end of it
