His words reminded her of broken bones, fragile enough to be cracked in the wind.
The door that separated them
creased the thin line
between heaven and hell.
Before I lose my grip on reality
right or wrong
let me remind you,
I know what you’ve done.
You can run from the law,
but you can’t run from me.
I’m going to follow you
through the doors to Hell
and when you see me
every last piece of you will come unraveled.
Because the only thing to have my back
is the awful storm behind me.
Don’t ask for me…
I just want to see a little bit of fate
have its way with you.
I’m going to let everything in hell
swallow your soul and suck you into its darkness.
Touch my face again and tell me you care.
I dare you.
If you come so close as to whisper in my ear again,
You’re going to wish you had killed me.
© Ashley Bechtold
Response to our Inspiration Call on February 12th, 2018
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