You're dead in my eyes, beauty,
A corpse rotting
Clad all in deep soul black.
Believe me
The vultures turn circles in my irises
Round and round . . .
They wait -
Fangs into tired flesh
- they wait to taste
What I would not be allowed to ever
Embrace.
Author notes
The poem was finished after six lines and then I added more. I can't decide if the rest was a bad idea or not.
Please tell me what you think
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confusing
I think the theme of thsi poem is a bit covered up. I do, however, love the first six lines of the poem. I think it would suffice for a great piece in itself if you revised your punctuation slightly. All in all though, I did like the irony, if that is, in fact, what you were going for.
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