The betrayal burning
from your eyes, your words
and your crimson stained hands
has forged a mythic pain
solid in my chest.
It hangs with Olympic weight
from my ribs, bowing my spine
under the gravity of your faithless ways.
I cannot allow this to fester
inside. It grows madcap,
filling my soul overflowing
with the need for retribution.
I shall reach in with tired
hands trembling
and rend the monstrous beast
from it's roots.
It's hardened nature and razor edges
will slice bloodied ribbons
from internal wounds
on its agonizing birth
into day.
Yes, I shall be emptied,
my own personal vacuum,
sterile, clean and ready.
Your betrayal has forged
a wondrous weapon
of tempered and honed pain
to lay you low!
Author notes
Option 1 - titles - Unforgiven
A contest entry
- I Give you DARK options by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
450 points, ended July 8, 12 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think!
Comments
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Fascinating
Yes, I shall be emptied,
my own personal vacuum,
sterile, clean and ready.
This part here was very creative, overall I think you did a wonderful job!
**Ktulu Blackwolfe** -
wow nice
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A very thorough exorcism indeed! "madcap" I haven't heard that word in a while. Great use of vocabulary.
Paul
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wow deep deep powerful read!
amazingly well written, best of luck in this contest great one
Tasha
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