She
took the hilt
Between
the teeth
Twisting
round
Pushing
leather deep
Unsheathed,
raw steel shines alive
At
the casualty of sound to come
Syncopations
rhythm grows
Primal
surge, crescendo
Under
the mask of day
Collides
the guise of night
Under
the cutest grin
A
smile’s born in sin
Constriction
tightens its clutch
That’s
when her eyes rolled to touch
Squirming
from anguished horizon
Into
a chalice of trust
Flora
ignites the pleasured scent
As
the poppy’s milk skews sense numb
From
a frenzied savagery
Ascension
crests,
A
transformation through thrashing
Sinews
debased: Corporeal, feral,
As
spindrifts snuff
In
unison
Yet…
Rise
she does
In
deepest gleam,
Forcing
rancor to the forefront of gaze
Pausing…
She
took the hilt
Between
her fists
With
violence descending quick
And
soon the sternum breaks
Unsheathed,
raw steel’s a dull grey
As
a casualty of lust, trust’s betrayed
Gasping;
flailing incoherent
She
places finger upon lip
Whispers
the darkness comes quick
Forever
stained with the wash of her
Never
to bathe again
…And
she redresses
Knowing
the soul’s lingering
Eyes
watch as she pens
Three
words into still smooth flesh
DO
NOT RESUSCITATE
Near
a freshly painted paneling
There’s
a window that leads out
Through
the paper-thin screen
A
reddened daybreak can be seen
Illuminating
what remains of last night
i was thinking she was a pretty wicked contract killer until the do not resusitate...and then i though perhaps of mercy killing one that wanted it...the betrayal of trust is a bitter pill to swallow...
ReplyDeleteThat was very intense for here today, you witness something vile your way?..haha. Or did you act on those impulses from before and this is a sort of confession to your murderous rampage tour?..haha. Wait I don't want to know, then you might have to shut me up because a whistle I could blow. But I'm a cat not a rat. Okay went way off there..haha. Like how you started and kind of ended like nothing ever happened, what was done at night had stayed at night and got lost to it. Rhyming was spot on too, of course I'd notice that.
ReplyDeleteInteresting you both took a different angle in your reads. Both are very interesting and Brian, I had to really think about that- I didn't intend for mercy to appear- but you're right I can see how you could take that- Betrayal is a bitter pill indeed.
ReplyDeletePat- No, no, nothing vile this way does not come. Impulses are but in the brain on in the thumbs-playstation 3 anyhow- can do a lot of damage there without a price to pay-always a reset to use ha Love the cat/rat line that's great. That nothing ever happened angle is another I hadn't intended but again, after going back I can see it. Yeah can't ever pull a rhyming coup on you lol
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