They’re In Love: The Killer And The Victim

Anthony Hanible

Killer moves

Quiet ache

Heart that breaks

Love to take

Victim glows

Shaking skin

Wants the hurt

Lets it in

Circling scars

Fatal rhyme

Shadow pulse

Twisted time

Killer says

I cut true

Victim breathes

I need you

Bodies fuse

Bruise on bruise

Love that binds

Love that chews

In the dark

They align

Broken shape

Single spine

Sharp as sin

Bone to skin

Killer hurts

Victim stays

Both trapped in  

Their crooked ways



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