[bloody kisses]: 558.Contest Entries.Five Words - April '08

The scars I bear force a thrashing memory to stay in your loosely guarded mind. You take so much pride in the so forged fatigue you bare from being so guarded, you claim you’ve been so new. Reborn from your ashes of the broken; but you’re just the same person…the same thing, the same creature, the same … nothing. I am the growing speck on the back of your tongue, keeping you from talking. Holding you from lying. I am the angel you wanted, but no longer believe. I shelter you with wings so black as night, but you don't believe. The night will greet you soon with pyre...where will I be then?