Bleeding alone and in the dark,
A gentle light appears,
A child stature vision,
With eyes beyond her years.
She's holding something in her hand,
It reeks of rusty wine.
Softly she puts it to her lips,
And licks away the brine.
"Such a silly thing to die for"
Her voice is like a bell.
"You had no takers, but my dear,
It was never yours to sell."
"These toys are mine and mine alone,
To do with as I please.
You're nothing more than a treasure chest,
Till I impregnate my disease."
"But you've decided to wreck my fun,
By taking it yourself,
So darling you're bound for nothing,
Doomed to rot upon my shelf."
With your razor she cuts the fibers,
Sounding the sheer of every thread.
The vision fades and you're alone,
In the dark and bled.
Author notes
Prompt #2
Personifying Death
A contest entry
- My Biggest Darkest Contest by Miss Macabre.
1050 points, ended August 25, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a perfect personification of death! Finally someone knows what personify means, lol. The imagery was amazing, and I had no idea this was death you spoke of 'till the end. I thought it was a mad mistress, of which I am quite familiar. Thanks for entering and best of luck!
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Dark and wonderful
I love it. The imagery is great, and I love the darkness of it. I'm not sure I could understand the exact situation involved, but I could picture everything easily in my mind. Your rhyming was terrific. Great job!
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