Running over the Green Man by spiritbreath, literature
Literature
Running over the Green Man
Plucking out stray feathers from a faintly stained pillow,
Masturbating under blankets at half past three.
The only sounds being muffled moans under heavy rain
Beating against the window and later,
The metallic screeching of the train tracks as
Sparks fly, lightning brightening the room momentarily.
A hand pressed against the window – cold feet and cold ears.
He touches her back and she shivers. She always does as she is told.
Deft hands unlace her clothes; unfold her, but only to admire her,
Not to love her, nor to use her:
Simply admire her, as she pulls the duvet up to her eyes
Watching him curiously. Half amused.
She sings alo
You're about as convincing as the safety
on a loaded gun.
And about as thrilling as
Russian Roulette.
You're begging for a trigger
to escape your troubled head.
Its like watching a car crash
From a window that I cant break.
You're falling down again
Tripping over tangled thoughts inside your head
That you cant pray away.
Well if you agree to be the patient,
I'll be the best damn doctor you've ever had.
I prescribe the perfect antidote..
Love.
Dont scream too hard lovely.
You're going to lose your voice.
For your throats sake,
Use a whisper and save
Some of your precious breath for words that
Deserve to be said.
You're