Spiritual seamstress,
no longer beckoned,
anger,
ripped, from placenta of new birth ~
Lips of guarded mosaic,
sewn, from parched hatred,
Lovers, hollow inside,
filled with emptiness ~
Brittle touch of primal dreams,
forgotten,
gardens of enemy mine,
shared alone ~
Devoured by lust and greed,
feverish groins,
lay womb aside,
for pleasures ~



So, tell me what you really see within this image?
Wow, this is such a powerfully provocative take for the prompt. To be honest, I am not sure I know exactly what you are trying to convey! I'm going with what one loses when one gives in to 'sinful' desires. Akin to 'selling one's soul' for pleasures of the flesh or anything secular. Please feel free to fill me in if I am not on the right track. Best of luck to you.








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