Beware the Cyber Cunts
by
Miss MoriArty
by
Miss MoriArty
It’s just words
From behind a screen
I was naive
You were keen
I won’t forget the times we had
But all those words are now just bad
Take them back
Delete, wipe clean
Some words I wish I’d never seen
If we now met
I won’t see you
I’ll see the words, the lies, your game
Things will never be the same
They’re only words
No harm done
So for you
This is my last one
CUNT
from store.vampirefreaks.com
The Death of Summer Love
by
Miss MoriArty
by
Miss MoriArty
The last hot embers of Summer
Begin to fade
Drift off
Into dewy Autumn trees
Orange – Red – Gold
They hang there for a while
Glowing
Contemplating their demise
They fail to cling on
Whispered screams
As they fall
Onto Winters cold hard ground
To rot
And be forgotten
photo by miss moriarty
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