Out of her pocket it comes
she's pulling out organs
hard bent and puerile oozings
soft with slim cool fingers,
and calming them with liquor lit tongues
voices trembling for response
to catch a little repose
splendor mastered and revitalized.
If they can feel it
you can tell
you can see them dancing to go off with strong shadows
jaws left loose and wild with duress
stretched impalpable, incurable
over the morning's thick waters
and into it
deep down
cleft into the antipodes
because they followed drum beats out the the hills
and fallen under the love of their limbs
dressed with fervor and heavy beats
and water curving down the thick
of her spine
livid with green smoke and desperate to absorb a sicker sweat than theirs
maenads running nascent and diseased,
throats retching short and thickly
spewing white sap refuse down their breasts
into a tired depth and passion coming awake again with thundering mad cries
drawn out and insane with joy wandering
we have to pull it out and thrust in her womb, slick with red placenta and musk smell light against my breathing,
thick and heavy with semen and the loss of blood.
And can you feel it? Her plunge into the shattered water
dim and fair released into the night again for labyrithine terrors to hold against my chest
and protean edges to refine my lips again, reviled.
A contest entry
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Comments
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Gross!!! but done in a wonderfully poetic way!!! lol
very good indeed
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wow such a dark piece. chilling and gruesome! such powerful and picturesque words adorned on this. remarkable write!
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This is exactly what comes out of my head, I wish I could write like this,
Intense to the point of discomfort,
Really well done and thanks for the entry,
Best of luck in this contest,
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Wow...what wonderful and grotesque images! A+!
I checked my pockets for organs...just a spleen and a gall blatter...and I typically carry a few around with me just in case...so nothing out of the ordinary.
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A very colourful, strong imaged descriptive piece. I do wish my work had more of theser characteristics even if we write so very different. Well done! Thank you for reviewing my work with honest thoughts, it helps enormously to see how others read/view/think/operate! Cheers!
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Interesting!
I like this piece. There seems to be some subliminal messages in this that are very eye opening.
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o.o this has too much vocabulary I do not know but still fantastic. I see a lot of grusome stuff there, excellent!
"we have to pull it out and thrust in her womb, slick with red placenta and musk smell light against my breathing,
thick and heavy with semen and the loss of blood."
By best the greatest line ever. I love it.
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