Shallow Fortress

Red ribbon dress soft and flowing floral. 

Brown  furry ebony black small slippers. 

Snakes and toads when she talks bitter.

Flowers and diamonds when she talks nice. 

Red marks hiding tugs at the dress from the hiding / hitting. 

Furrowed in  brown ropes of bad composure. 

Ribbons of lies he feeds her. 
Lovingly stroking her ebony hair. 

Bad temper from  his frustrations,  can't scream , save or scratch at. 

Shallow Fortress is the place where they stand. 

His eyes stoned red, hers red from tears her stalking , him avoiding... the truth. 

Furry small  slippers they should have been leather like his belt, sturdy enough to run over his jagged tongue. 

Away from the hiding. 

The hidden others he embraces along with spreading himself a shallower morality.

 Imbalances in that Fortress. 

Imbalances in his scoldings. 

Soft touching and little lines of lies to keep her around.

Edges closer to being kind enough to hang you. 

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