They still come for me
after all these years
Visions of my selfishness
tormenting my dreams
How I’ve watched them
grow year by year
Calling to me with
the same words repeatedly
“Murderer, Murderer”
His love for me was but
the poisoned thorn of lust
Penetrating not one heart,
not two, but three
A wicked triangle
of deceit and lies haunts me
Is there no escape
from this punishment?
“Murderer, Murderer”
There umbilical cords
cut into my wanting wrists
Sending me back
to the never, never, never land
Oh, how I wished I died,
died that day with the twins
With this burning memory,
etched deep within my soul.
Author notes
Option 2: Use a "Dark" picture of your choice as a prompt. make sure to post it or link it in notes
Author: Timespell
Picture Inspired... Credit to:
Watergal28 "+.Land of the Dead.+"
http://watergal28.deviantart.com/art/Land-of-the-Dead-91394092
A contest entry
- Options. Points will be added later. by Nicotine Eyes.
300 points, ended November 4, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow very dark and i wonder wot gave you this idea. good luck anyway... it was a brilliant piece
hugs,
georgie,
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Oh man. This is dark and quite well done to the image prompt my friend.
hard cold yet remorseful and a bit scary...
"There umbilical cords" One teeny tiny typo. There should be Their.
Wow. I haven't read you in a long time and I have missed much.
Well done. ~Pamela 
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'His love for me was but/the poisoned thorn of lust'- what an incredibly powerful image you have created here. This is definitely a dark write describing a completely destructive relationship extremely well.Very traumatic theme but handled very well. Thanks for sharing and good luck in your contest.
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Wow, what an emotional piece. Not to be a grammar nazi, but I think you meant "Their" instead of "There" in (19). The only line I'd suggest change is (15)--it just struck me as trite next to the fresh imagery which surrounds it. Other than that though, great job of bringing out the feelings of such a traumatic event. I think the repetition of (9) and (18) adds a lot to the idea of an inescapable memory/thought.
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