Tis a vine that grows 'round my heart and smothers violently.
The face I can only caress by an electrical square brings a bittersweet comfort.
Like vinegar and like a sweet fruit, how can it be more unbearable? Once elusive and now property, I must not trespass that property.
How I ache to break the law and take the possession, to push it to exciting heights and drown it in depths that would sway a hardened heart.
The shoulders glisten in this box, but does not compare to their appearance in the flesh. I kiss them and feel their static.
The emitting current from the lips whilst in a separate state are similar, shocking and burning me within. The ache is not abolished, but charged and ripe for eternity.
How I wish to be above its town, coming in to land and greeted with its electroshock.
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Electricity by Melissa Hurst