Jessica Beatty Biography

I met you in a dream
I loved you even then
My angel
My savoir
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Softly spoken I was not
Never soft
I have always had sharpe edges
The thought of soft things turns the bile in my gut
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In the middle of the night
When I was away from you
Did you ever dream of me
Call out my name
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The searing pain of your knife in my belly
The look of satisfaction on your face
as you lay beside me gleefully licking
at my wound with your forked tongue
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I can and will shatter your whole reality
Hatred is such a week word
Full of grace is my rage
My hands full of you
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