Write he says
as if by his command
I could suppurate
from constricted pores
pulling poems
out of weeping wounds
that refuse to heal
I don’t want to feel
that strongly again
the lashes of his love
still stroke my soul
Leaving lesions
mutilating
my memory
and he wants
me to immortalize
pervading pain
in lacerated lexis
So I drip
my essence on the pages
…for him.
Author notes
Off the top of my head. Not sure if it's good or not.
The picture is just one I took that I like.
In a list
A contest entry
- would somebody just, f*cking write? by Rob..
1200 points, ended April 4, 16 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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So I drip
my essence on the pages
…for him.
oh I think its good.... :-) Love the finale!
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