What'll you do with that knife, dear?
If I may make a request, please start here
at my clavicle;
be a radical,
and lay waste when skin and blade are near.
I'm not butter, love, so you'll need to go crazy;
I'd like the scars to be pretty, but feel free to be lazy:
that was a tendon;
no preconditions.
Will I have motor skills when you're done with me, baby?
I quiver at your mastery of the sliver of silver,
jolting as you choose the place to initially dismember:
the abdominals? -
you're abominable;
do something that'd get us stopped by the most liberal of censors.
Tempted you were to play with the ridges,
now you've got my type O on all ten of your digits;
I'm sure I can feel it,
the narcotics don't believe it;
you're hardly living up to your title of twisted.
Fuck the figurative manifestations, we know why we've rendezvoused;
The wicked smile playing your lips makes quite sure that I'm onto you.
For a thirty-fifth of my breathing,
you made the act have meaning;
but nevermore, and all of these shattered ribs are for you.
Author notes
7. http://nodate.deviantart.com/art/love-is-danger-90899492
I dont know why i chose it, I looked at the picture and was inspired.
A contest entry
- Option, Options, Options by wakawaka05.
2050 points, ended January 6, 32 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a great write. I like your take on the prompt. Thank you for putting why you chose the prompt. Best of luck in the contest and in future writing. Have a Happy New Year!
Caity
>Wakawaka< -
HuzzAH!
HUZZAH is what i think of this. It's absolutely brilliant i must say, the mood, the quakes of amazement i got from the brave choice of words and phrases. Its just very challenging...the whole thing, twisted but awesome. Wowww, really though SUPPERRR MATTITIC POEM. goood luck.
~DaDum
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