You touched my Body,
You hold my hands,
You kissed my lips,
And owned my all.
You are flowing in my veins,
with red liquids; keeping me alive.
You are pumping my heart
with that soft and tender hands.
You are walking inside of me,
walking on my bones.
But as you walk inside of me,
my burdens are getting heavy.
Heavy enough for me to fall,
Heavy enough for me to drown.
Now I am drowning.
I can't breath,
I am dying.
A contest entry
- painting prompt => "Skeleton Bridge" by marlene47.
1800 points, ended September 21, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
prompt: picture
Comments
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wow! thanks for the complement!
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"you made this to me"
This is someone or a force holding you up with touches, kisses, owning you. Your veins flow with this person/force and shares your bones. Yet the burdens are heavy and you meet your demise. Such a soft death. Thank you for your breathless entry.
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