Deep in the swelling dark of Appalachian cavern
dwells one, stark and horrid
Hillfolks say he lures unsuspecting lovers--
past the realm where light still articulates
and soul yet finds it's feeling--
into his lost domain
He breathes his lustful heat upon their spines
in silence
'til they entwine in passion's luscious play
inspired by darkness' sweet and piquing revelations
Then just when consciousness is drunkend
and fusion nears sublime,
the unioned lovers gasp--
for creature, strawed, sinks his fangs
into their dreamy heads
Until his thirst is filled
and they lay limp, as one.
Appalachian appature laps his face with jagged claw
Then draws, in blood, upon the musky black of cavern wall
two dainty little stick people.
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A contest entry
- Quickie - Pay it forward contest 10/20/20 by penman.
525 points, ended June 29, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - GOLD WINNING PREWRITES [How about we give that poem a second trophy, how does that sound?] by Tangled Angle.
300 points, ended July 29, 2007, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Prewrites by February Moon.
1750 points, ended July 31, 2007, 20 entries
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this is dark
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Congrats on the gold, this is pretty damn good. I enjoyed every word of it. Good luck in Tyler's contest! Thank you for entering, and good luck in my contest too!
Chelsea
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(still) excellent.
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Haha! I love this. Definitely deserved the gold.
One of my favorites of yours.
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Eww!
Creepy and dripping with lore!
Great entry - Congrats on the GOLD!
Tang
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Excellent
Very sensuous and vivid write. A different, but wonderful form of brain drain.
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