Noble mazochism
By estherbell
First, I will scratch the cuts
you have left on me
till they won't stop bleeding,
so that the scars remind me forever.
Of what was NOT.
Then, I will wait till they run dry
and soak my body in bleach,
so that you can marvel at my luminous
snow white skin,my noble
Blood-lessness.
Finally, I will cut three pale limbs off
and drag my pure clean torso to your garden
so that I can dig the soil with my last
breath,in a hope to find you rotten there,
My stillborn love.
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© 2008 estherbell
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A former member wrote:
..Shocking, but this emotion is nothing new in this sarcastic world.
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On Monday, October 20, 2008, Stranger
(264) wrote:
This is a visual delight!
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On Friday, October 3, 2008, skully
(43) wrote:
Brilliant. 'of what was not...' I know the feeling of 'stillborn love'. At least you've still got your words!
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On Sunday, September 28, 2008, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
Vivid imagery, for sure. Scarey stuff, in the symbolism. Anyway, this was great. Write on, and by the way, welcome to darkpoetry.
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A former member wrote:
wow such vivid imagery
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On Wednesday, September 24, 2008, longlivetheaged
(8) wrote:
Really enjoyed this! Thank you!