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Almost Mercy
By Stranger
Without ropes, or chains
or promises
With only the weight of my want,
she holds me to the floor
She offers soft prisons
and hard pleasures
Her eyes sincere as she tells me,
“I cannot save the willing.”
Sunlight through her dress
tracing the outline of a memory
“This does not have to hurt,” she says
“This does not have to hurt.”
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Copyright 2017 Stranger
Published on Saturday, January 2, 2021.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Almost Mercy"
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On Tuesday, March 21, 2023, carlosjackal
(2778)
wrote:
Astounding work.
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On Tuesday, March 21, 2023, SolApathy
(629) wrote:
Amazing prose. A masterpiece of wordsmithing... I am saving this
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On Wednesday, May 13, 2020, tonebone
(51) wrote:
"with only the weight of my want she holds me to the floor" how fucking awesome is that!
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On Wednesday, May 13, 2020, tonebone
(51) wrote:
this does not have to hurt and your right...it does not. the simplicity of your ideals are for everyone...at a moments notice
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On Saturday, July 14, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(879) wrote:
This is great.
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A former member wrote:
"Sunlight through her dress tracing the outline of a memory.."
Dear goodness that wanting to remember sounds like torture.
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On Friday, November 24, 2017, dwells
(4299) wrote:
My mind is spinning like a top with the few, juicy possibilities here Stranger. Tell Carmina Gitana that she's missed, if you ever hear from her. A tantalizing image conjured for pain or pleasure with the telling admission that "I cannot help the willing" - Oh ye of weak flesh, Cheers! - Dan
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