My shoulders are firm
Enough for man to grasp
And push me further
Down to worship his sin
“Give me the
silhouette of your body”
My waist so defined
Worn by many strange hands
That have pulled, controlled
This supple clay of skin
I will give them
This silhouette of my body
My breasts pert and round
From mothering bland males
They mouth at my teats
And wish to suck me thin
Posses the silhouette
Of this body.
My arse; sore, confused
From them trying to fit
Through the shame of me
Instead tearing within
Still i give them
This silhouette of a body
My mind is unloved
Tortured my heart with touch
I made myself shadow
And I let them in
All I am is silhouette.
A contest entry
- SILHOUETTE by soldiersoul.
600 points, ended July 13, 2007, 2 entries
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Comments
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Wow very interesting and sad yet somewhat serene to me. Talks to me of someone used to the max and trying...fighting to find themself.
Best of luck to you here.
Becky
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i liked that miss NAOMI....struck something in me that said FINALIST
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