drinking her in

Submerged and blindfolded
by his dark penetrating stare
and appetite for lust
her flesh blisters and peels,
melting into puddles
surrounded by man made brimstone.

Screams trickle
into her watery grave
as he pulls her tendons
like the cords of a marionette,
mocking life.

His skin dripping with carvings
from failed preservation,
he boils her soul
from its rotting carcass
drinking her in,
smearing lies of lasting love
across her stagnant face
in moments of his minds anarchy.

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Word Bank: Lust, Dark, Anarchy

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Deep, Dark and Lovely by Shantti. 400 points, ended October 6, 44 entries
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awannabepoet
July 15

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Once love takes hold there is no last refuge deep enough to hold back the power and the ragged desires that it would drive men and at times women to the deepest of despair. They would mold mountains to the very shape of that which they so dearly do love and at times that does suffice to quiesce the monster within for even they need repose from the emotions held sacred within.

I like it, I like it so!
Shantti
July 14

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Oh my goodness.,.. Yes this is very good.

His skin dripping with carvings
from failed preservation,
he boils her soul
from its rotting carcass
drinking her in,
smearing lies of lasting love
across her stagnant face
in moments of his minds anarchy.

Yes you did wonderful with the prompt, you definately made me cringe I agree with Demon, there aren't words for it Thank you for entering. Good luck to you...
xXDemonxKissXx
July 2
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so amazingly awsome.......so raw and powerful and.....there rnt words for it