bleeding.betrayal (siren's sung her last) w/Rain In The Willows
By SilentStalker
We collided
among spiderweb worlds
Two puzzle pieces
In twisted tandem
The only greater perfection
Would be taking them all away.
Starting with her.
That 'embodiment' of innocence,
Staring at him,
With those four-leaf-clover eyes
You were, after all, "a lucky catch," he used to say.
And she would laugh
In her raspberry voice,
Water nymph in a desolate sand,
Making promises to sustain him,
When nothing else would.
She'd soothed him
With that venus flytrap tongue.
And he was but a meal
An unwitting victim
In her black widow dance,
Drained, and laid to rot
Along with the others left in her wake.
Broken forever...
And she's so beautiful
When she's
Strapped down
Screaming into silken sheets.
Wide eyed and terrified
Teeth clinging to bloodied lips
When he stapled that tiara to her forehead
'You always were my princess'
Like crystal beads on a rosary
We counted her sins
Like hail marys
Laughing in delight
Our paired digits
Carving capricious rivers
Of running retribution
He fed me her purity from fingers
Lovingly carved from ice
dipped into her chest
Crimson colored snow angel
soaking the mattress
with her flailing fear
A kiss, sweet love,
Before she can no longer taste our pleasure.
The crown, smashed into her face,
Eyes bleeding for forgiveness.
And in harmonious
exacto-knife calligraphy,
Severed arteries
splashing into lotus droplets on the floor.
As we dislocate her flower
from between her thighs.
"Don't worry, lovely,
Your redemption is at hand."
Sh[r]edding beauty like a carapace
We sliced away her guile
Her charm
Seeping away
In O negative splatters
Purging pious trickery
From tear filled eyes
Wringing lament
From her luscious lashes
Dripping regret
She tastes of salt and shame
And her hips
Still utter betrayal
The mahogany groan of the table,
As he slides it near,
I place her trembling hands on top.
Unfolding them like rose petals,
He croons...
"She loves me...
She loves me not"
This game was useless anyway.
Perfect little hatchet.
Help him stop,
This delusion at the source.
*chop*
"Four little fingers
Lined up in a row"
*chop...chop...chop*
And she'll never entrap...
With these seductive digits again...
Author's Note:
I'm still trying to figure out who wrote what; if you figure it out, let me know. :)Comments on "bleeding.betrayal (siren's sung her last) w/Rain In The Willows"
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On Tuesday, February 12, 2013, BetaWolfinVA
(795) wrote:
just lightly a freaking bit insane... ok... ive deifnately found the rabbit hole
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On Friday, February 1, 2013, Ravenblade
(313) wrote:
Intriguing work of art here. I couldn't wait to read each set of lines, and the coordination and transition between themes. This is getting bookmarked.
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On Sunday, January 13, 2013, Poetic-Realm
(258) wrote:
A madman enticed by the trickery of the teaser. This was very push and pull, sexiness laced on legs, but only exposing enough to leave imagination suffering. This was fun to follow.
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On Thursday, September 27, 2012, Devilish
(2662) wrote:
And she's so beautiful When she's Strapped down Screaming into silken sheets. Wide eyed and terrified Teeth clinging to bloodied lips .............. oh my fucking god ..
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On Saturday, September 22, 2012, PoetessDarkly
(700) wrote:
I love your style. I will strive to read all your work!
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On Sunday, September 16, 2012, Invisible Girl
(134) wrote:
Well done- can't tell where one left off and the other began...you two are a very special kind of creepy... and I mean that in the best way possible.. much enjoyed
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On Saturday, September 15, 2012, dwells
(4288) wrote:
You two are just a couple of cut ups, magnificent dissection, and the scarlet snow angel was a special touch too, thanks!
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On Saturday, September 15, 2012, blue
(1454) wrote:
O.o)) Psychooooos!
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On Saturday, September 15, 2012, Dreaming in Stanzas
(303) wrote:
Oh. my. fucking. gosh. This is why I fell in love with your words so long ago, you capture these graphic moments then display them for me like a piece of art. The two of you together are incredible. The first line that got me was "her raspberry voice" then the part about stapling the tiara to her head and her being the princess....oh lord I'm at a loss.....and you even included a part about a hatchet?? Oh, yes.
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On Friday, September 14, 2012, Vulture
(61) wrote:
my mind, blown to stardust. beautiful.