I dreamed
of hot beds and sin
tearing from the inside
out.
flailing Baroque
and semitone tattoos
spilling taboo like lost lambs
over holy scripture.
I am alive.
bite me.
A contest entry
- 30 words by Melissa Gayle.
1200 points, ended July 9, 27 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Oh my, my very first/thirst lesson in thirty words! Intense, passionate and with shades of the dark that beg for forgiveness, were there any threads of Catholicism or am i/I rambling aloud again? Loved " semitone tattoos spilling taboo" that's the kind of sin that gets under the skin!
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hot beds and sin...cheers
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oops
i got busted
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Hehehe, bite me! fucking excellent, very inspirational,
great images.
Well done again,
Mr 'boards.
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I'm not gonna bite you
unless you wanna die young
here... bad teef
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crunch.
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I always like your pieces, there is a strike factor about them.
Honestly, no critiques available.
And I love the 'bite me' - I say it all the time.
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fanx!
cheers me dear.
cheers.
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