Chilled steel.He is and he was.She did and she won.Smoke rolling out the window of an old Mustang.Dead ends.Whispers.Emptiness.Bonnie and Clyde died so fast.Past.No future.No refunds nor returns.Get what you give.So many new faces.Faded towns.Promise of a wedding gown.Diamonds deadly.She never wanted that promise and did not care much for his touch anymore.Almost twenty not a bright eyed teenager anymore.Hotel rooms.Feel of his breath disgusting to brush upon her skin anymore.Bars.His lips.That strangled plea.A million in the trunk.Nowhere now.Had to get out.The blood.The thrill.He wanted and she gave the only thing he had not taken away.She fired.Did not think twice.Tattoos and triumph.The lead leash shattered by itself.Stepping over him.Speeding headlights.A horrific scene.Left that little ring with him and all the memories to a woman reproved.

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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2 Responses to Chill

  1. This is such a good piece of writing. I love how it’s a story a poem and about a independent woman all at the same time!


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