The spaces between silences where my eyes turn away from the light, I find everything that has locks upon the outsides. Some of them I remember the keys fondly, knowing where I buried them deep within the sand, others I can't even look upon without that stabbing pain of memory that breeds the rendering of scabs long since dried over but that never learned how to heal.
In the quietest of times I come here, to look upon all that will never see a light of day. The windows to my soul paint a deep chestnut brown across the canvas of a mask that will change like the chameleon's colors. Always offering some bit of truth to every drop of razor blade lies. Vulnerability hammers home the fear that sends butterfly kisses of arctic blue chills across my spine.
Kisses flutter across marked and scarred flesh, reminding me that I'm beautiful. Lashes bat against high held cheekbones that paint with a soft pink blush at the words that I'm desired. The quick strumming pace of my heart skips upon wings that had been long since broken. Raised up and held only within his arms, I am unafraid. The strength of his will reinforces my own. The beat of his heart races my own.. Saints and Sinners alike could find no greater perfection then the way that my lips meet his own.
My silences are filled with thoughts of him, times where I look upon these locks, knowing he has the key. Each breath dependent upon the sick dropping fear of vulnerability and somewhere I question which is heavier, the fear of being vulnerable or the weight of the balancing act I must play before them all. The whole crowd cheering for a fall... None of them know already how far I've fallen for him. None of them understand, I've already denied the wings of an angel, for their mark of a sinner.
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