As we sat there under the smoldering sky I felt it
The sticking oppression is starting to fade and once more I craved it
Was it the report of celebration or the reminder of times forgotten?
How these hands wished to writhe around your neck
For a moment, I pleaded to my inner workings to let this be true
I wanted to hear the noises you made as I slid my thumbs into your eyes
The crunching of bone as I pressed even deeper
I wanted to feel you limp and dangling in my arms
Your last gasps a moan of ecstasy as I would feel you shudder and convulse
Just to let the hate reach its climax into an orgasmic bliss
A Techni-color dream, or be it a fantasy
And at the apex of my thoughts and maddening progression
You finally shut your fucking mouth
So instead I finished my meal
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WOW! The imagery... the VILE imagery!!! It's amazing! You had me shuttering from the images you conjured in this piece. I do love to read a good dark write as much as I enjoy writing one myself... and you have always had a way wth the dark ones. It does help to live through a tortured soul does it not? And the way this ended just blew me away... cause I had to reread the last two lines, they were awesome! After reading them I kinda chuckled because then I pictured someone sitting there at a table trying to eat their meal imagining all this in their head while some whiny woman was nagging and droning on and on about akll her problems and how you can't make them better... it was like a scene in a great movie playing out in my head to be honest... yeah sometimes my imagination does that... and I love a poem that can make it do so! This is definately one of your best you have posted!
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