Mischievous Soul

Mister soul.

People think my moves are for enjoyment.

They are a strain to keep blood from dancing on the ceiling. Painting walls with a haunting canvas. Releasing a life of seeking selfish attention. Making hearts beat or skip to be remembered.

I Missed her soul. My shot left love vacant. It was misdirected. Dicks don't choose where they’re aimed. Or when emptied. I caused a mess not condoned or helped with. Leaking loves death wish. Bringing life to memories she will never forget.

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