Death worms, wreaths about my pale neck.
They squirm - denied egress to my eyes.
Coffin of satin, still as night, hears the
agony of my stillborn, desperate cries.
Rot surrounds my peeling, colorless flesh.
I am dead, but yet, I continue to live.
For my soul may not lie peacefully
until I learn the lesson and then forgive.
Empty eyes that see all above the earth.
Their tangled legs and fused flat lips;
his mouth on her scrawny breasts as
he caresses her childless, skinny hips.
Such a colorless, nondescript witch is she,
feigning innocence and purity galore.
Yet here I lie, an undead burden frail,
killed by her, struck dead to the floor.
How is it that botanics take root
in the soil of my still-living flesh?
Why do I not putrefy here in my grave?
How long will I wallow in this dark creche?
A voice urges me to rise up straight from here.
To crawl beyond that rosewood lid so tight
to find her in my lover's arms and deal her
much more than merely a bit of black fright.
I want to snap her neck and tear out her hair,
mutilate the little bitch who dared steal from me.
I burn to blind her, she who shares his bed
and keeps his loving comfort from my glee.
Mayhap when morrow comes with dawn's light,
when nighttime is banished from the sky,
I will catch her alone and tear her asunder. . .
teach her the proper way for a slut to die.
Author notes
Prompt by Deviant Art
A contest entry
- Dark Picture Prompt Contest!! Can You Handle It? If So Enter. by Sweet Impatience.
1200 points, ended October 22, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for honorable mention on this poem. The competition was fierce and I am glad just to place.
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first of all your title is excellent I love it.. your poem is outstanding. I love the imagery through out the entire piece.. the imagery was extremely vivid and extremely gross.. I love it. brought a smile to my face and truth be told my stomach isn't doing all that well. You've created a very creepy and very dark atmosphere with your poem
good luck
kat
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Oooh, that picture is creepy. Nice take on it though, best of luck in the contest.
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