blustocking | Boo...hisss

I can no longer go into #slavelabor or any chat relay program from work. Today I had to delete all such programs because there is a nasty virus circulating through these, if it made even a slight hole in our firewall, it could cause a lot of damage. So, there you go. I might have to actually work now.

Vodka, this song completely reminds me of my June. Her nickname, among a few bitter girls around town, was "The Ice Queen". It's on the soundtrack to the book I'll one day finish which will one day become a movie...Heheh. Yep. Mmhmm.

JUNE IN HER FROST AND FUR

like bitter wish
ing lips
curtains spread
and moonlight breathes
again
poison ever sweetly mends
our hands
opens wounds anew
thin scars in the light
drip the warmth of night

i sip the trick
ling blood
let it coat distended lips
my love
drawing up her countenance
my dear
the truth is never quite so near as in dreams
thirsting gold that gleams

june in spangles
yet frost and fur
curls her crimson lips to purr

once for the melodies lost and ringing
once in the slumber and frost we're clinging

Boo...hisss

:(

I know!