662.

Tales of possession
masked as a gentle fury
of raging passion.

661.

The scattered tattoo
of bite and suck marks across
that body whispers.

660.

How could so few words
hold the experiences
of a life's meaning?

659.

Victim to a lost
imagination, where lies
and truth interchange.

658.

Another cliched
girl and all her stories held
like stars, stuck falling.

657.

The intersection
of man and beast blurred by turns
of evolution.

656.

An altar of dreams
falls under a cross' weight
on days like today.