Nocturnal mockery of a vicious wolf,
Tyranny of a bloodied dagger dripping,
Grisly corpses fed on side by side,
Wretched whore of a putrid gland,
Chasm in the burrowed grave of a gutted belly,
Jaws ripping at intestines in a tug of war,
Shared flesh and rancid saliva of a kiss,
Rabid frenzy over a still beating hearts ichor,
Hunger unending at a gullet full of tasty muscles,
Limbs lost of a sinew that once ran from us,
Bones contorted and splintered as toothpicks 'tween fangs,
Prayers left behind to face the sun as it rises,
No Gods to save you this day.
A contest entry
- Darkest of the Darklings by whipped rose.
390 points, ended May 16, 2007, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Brilliant. Gory and enticing
The bit about intestines was especially wicked
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You must have been angry when you wrote this. Wanting to rip someone from limb to limb I see. No crime in a little darkness and anger!!!
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Well I think you have acheived dark rather well in this piece! The imagery you used was grotesque and powerful, and will probably make me cry and have nightmares now. But it's a great write, good luck in the contest with it!
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Whoa
dont know what to say, scary and dark. Good luck in the contest.
amanda
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