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My Apocalips

All mighty G-D could not have created a sweeter pair if he himself formed the mold, and no devil could have curled them into wilted vines… such as they are.

My apocaliptic vision is unlike the one so commonly told, with a pool of inside out swans filling every gaping hole; A place where doves fly blind, headfirst into walls; as molten feathers descend from the heavens littering the ground.

Roads of bones criss-cross the countryside, a pirate’s wet dream… less the rising waters of flooded streams.  All moisture here is coagulated into ropes designed like trees needing no sunlight,
                                    no breeze.

The temperature is 98 degrees and sultry.  There is no air, so one cannot breathe, and all you can do is stare helplessly upon the beast.

This beautiful demure and demonic priestess with eyes so warm they melt your heart, and lips…
                      … those supple poison-tipped lips killing once again without mercy from each word that purses them.

A labyrinthine hell built from the walls we construct ourselves to protect that which is most vulnerable.  Imprisoning everything but the images that surf the sky
                          and like a deer in headlights…
                          …we end up
          on the mantle
      of
  her
smile.


By:  Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2009

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  • forbiddenpriest
    October 10

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    Good Read

    "on the mantle of her smile" - this is wonderful and macabre, deep and spiritual. I will have to read this again. So full of meaning that it is impossible to get it all at once. Love poetry like that.


  • Travel Notes
    September 20

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    "we end up on the mantle of her smile."

    Captured in a way few can replicate. That's something to take pride in.

    This is a chilling description of a horrifying, yet fascinating to the point of hypnosis and somehow beautiful liar who holds the power to ensnare you again and again. And even when you know her ways and that every word, every move is false, you still can't keep her from killing you anyway.

    I don't envy whatever hell it is you go through to inspire things like this, but that won't keep me from taking selfish pleasure in the true priviledge of reading the genius that you write




  • AbundantBetrayals
    September 18

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    This was amazing I loved the layout and the word choice; thank you so much for editing your work that always distracts me when I'm reading something. Well done.
    ~Betrayals