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[xunpredictablel]

your gentle hands tremble
pointing a single finger towards
an empty doorway .
your eyes quiver and i reach
forward , my nurturing nature
exploding , my fingertips brush the
tear from your tortured skin which
ran taut against your cheekbones.

i begged you to eat, pressing
crumbled bread between your
shivering fingers. you let it fall
from your grasp, and in slow
motion it hit the ground ,
small bits of it blasting from it
like your intent .

i reached and wiped sweat from your
forehead, you ran your hand along the
length of my arm. your eyes were
desperate for the curve of my neck
to hide against, but i could not offer
solace for very long.

you'd lay on your bed , your
face finally soft - the riotous
feelings that wrenched your
petite body were gone , until your
nightmares set in and i push your arms
down from your face
so your fingernails
can do no more damage .
the scars speak for my words .

when i see the plain white in comparing
with your pallid face, i want to
paint the sheets red , like your passion,
like your wretched , writhing thoughts beneath
those ever-moving eyelids.
the pictures you see are those on
the canvases of horrific movie screens .
your torture is evident in your every
move, your every aura.

my hand would find your shoulder,
but you would not turn - your face
would remain stilled , you did not
feel the embrace of another human ,
you did not fear the pain that
i could evoke .
you felt only the pain of your own
quiet tendencies .

so much you do whispers
quietly to me, a gentle lullaby to
who i am, who i used to be .
i want to pull you from your terror ,
grasp your pale hand in mine and turn
those blue eyes up, face the clouds
and realize that we're all going
home , someday very soon.
and home isn't as far away as
it really seems.