she was once in love
with the devil, dancing
with him in the pale moonlight.
i saw her lips
pressed against her knees
as the moonlight reflected
off her, searching for
an escape in her
distant gaze.
she shone like a raw diamond
through her cracks.
her eyes carried the stars
and gentle scars,
a chaos of dreams,
hopes, and her past.
lust was reduced to the
melting wax, as
slowly, but surely,
she became soulmates with
the lies.
she was once in love,
she said.
she shouldn’t have lied
to herself.
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