{"sf1_id":1173287,"sf2_id":"q1xjav9m","title":"Black Glass","author":"DrianaLeSouris","words":428,"posted_at":"2017-04-19T08:33:00.000Z","tags":["Broken glass","Confessions","Demons","Disappointment","Drama","Heartbreak","Hurtful","Love","New Love","New Start","New man","Temptation","amor","begging","broken heart","hurting","liars","need"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173287-black-glass","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xjav9m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ca/2c/ca2cb043-ea25-478f-9263-2a8439b4e3a3","description":"#3 of Poetry","content":"~Black Glass~  \n  \n  \nA look so raw and carnal,\u0026nbsp;  \nA laugh so vicious,\u0026nbsp;  \nA single drip...\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI wanted to ask you a question, My Demon..  \nWill you love me one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nDrip..  \nDrip..  \nDrip...  \n  \n  \nA single call of my name,\u0026nbsp;  \nA firm grip of your hands on my hips,\u0026nbsp;  \nA caress of your lips..\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nDrip..  \nDrip..\u0026nbsp;  \nDrip...  \n  \n  \nTell me, Mr. Demon..\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you stop my beating heart with your love, one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nDrip..\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI waited in this trapped glass looking out but only seeing myself.\u0026nbsp;  \nI waited for it to shatter in hopes it was you cracking it.\u0026nbsp;  \nI waited like time waits to communicate..\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTick..\u0026nbsp;  \nTock..\u0026nbsp;  \nTick...  \nTock...  \n  \n  \nLet me ask you again, Mr. Demon..\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you love me one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nJacking up my blood pressure.\u0026nbsp;  \nJacking up my hopes.\u0026nbsp;  \nJacking up a storm between fire and ice.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nDrip..\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI surrendered myself.\u0026nbsp;  \nI surrendered the need.\u0026nbsp;  \nI surrendered my heart.  \n  \n  \nTell me, Mr. Demon..  \nAre you finally satisfied?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI heard it from your lips once.\u0026nbsp;  \nI heard it from your lips several times.\u0026nbsp;  \nI heard it fill the halls with the truth..\u0026nbsp;  \nI realized what lies you've told.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nSniffle..\u0026nbsp;  \nDrip..\u0026nbsp;  \nTick..  \nTock..\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nShatter the glass.\u0026nbsp;  \nShatter the glass until it makes me bleed.\u0026nbsp;  \nShatter the glass until it crunches beneath your steps.\u0026nbsp;  \nShatter the glass like the pride you took in shattering my heart.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nTell me, Mr. Demon..\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you love me one more time?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nIt was a lifeline.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was a hold of possession.\u0026nbsp;  \nIt was a simple caress that started all this.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI'm tired, Mr. Demon..\u0026nbsp;  \nYou've finally won.\u0026nbsp;  \nYour lies have finally won.\u0026nbsp;  \nYour secrets have been exposed.\u0026nbsp;  \nI shattered that glass...\u0026nbsp;  \nNow I dance with a new Demon.  \n  \n  \nHello there Mr. Demon..\u0026nbsp;  \nShall I call you Mr. Demon?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nNo.\u0026nbsp;  \nNo.  \nNo.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI call you, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nHello there, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a new start?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nA giggle.\u0026nbsp;  \nA smile.  \nA flirt.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nHello there, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a new smile?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nI watched the way your silver tongue caressed.\u0026nbsp;  \nI watched the way your butterflies filled.\u0026nbsp;  \nI watched the way your presence became my safe haven.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nHello There, My love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a kiss?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nYou gave a reason.\u0026nbsp;  \nYou gave a pulse.\u0026nbsp;  \nYou gave a new flame.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \nHello There, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a new laugh?\u0026nbsp;  \nHello There, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a new story?\u0026nbsp;  \nHello There, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me your heart?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;  \nHello There, My Love.\u0026nbsp;  \nWill you grant me a new black glass?\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nDedicated to a broken heart.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173285-years-of-distance.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1173288-walking-away.json"}}