Reflection sans perfection ...
Deception weaved waves,
flattened absolute trust.
When murder laid upon midnight lips,
acute daggers ceased existence.
Purity once knew jealousy,
she let it flee with rabid wolves,
but guilt attached tentacles,
strangled pent up conformity,
unleashing fury upon betterment ...
Judgment came, torrid ash
blew into infuriated face,
altered psyche, deranged,
arraigned duality's plea,
freedom buried ...
"Infectious I am."
Author notes
Was going to be a POW ... but alas, filled.
Theme: deception, drama, guilt; the shedding
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Comments
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I love it. I love the ending! I love the middle. Wait - yep there goes that orgasm.


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Oooooh such an intricate piece of detail here. This brings much light to the steaming depth of darkness exchanged. Very well penned. Excellent piece!





