datura,
would you really sell yourself
for a piece of my soul?
darling datura,
how do you bring yourself
to let me fuck with your heart,
like it's some arcane clock?
datura, dear datura,
can you, will you open your mind
to listen as I murder your darlings?
I ask you,
will you watch me as I die?
Author notes
This came out darker than I intended. I was thinking of Poppy Z. Brite's 'Exquisite Corpse,' and if you've ever read it, I think you'll know what I mean. It's really a meditation on readers, from a writer's perspective.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I remember you from some time back and am so glad to see you posting again. This is quite dark, but it is that sort of psychological dark. I am wondering if you need the first strophe.
Maria
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