my feet grew colder
as i let You sink
Your ten sharp fingers,
Your icy knives,
into the pathetic pith of my only heart,
my only core that i gave to You,
what mercy!
what salvation from asylum!
as You ate my heart;
ate of it,
and called it bitter.
God help me.
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Wow!
I really like this one! Excellent metaphorical language--the last three lines I loved in particular. It reminds me of a poem I heard before; is it an allusion? The poem in question describes a man who comes upon a demon eating his own heart. The demon tells him that it is bitter, and in response the man asks, "Then why do you still eat?" or something of that nature. The demon replies "Because it is bitter, and it is my heart." I'll try and find the poem, if you haven't read it before; you might like.
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I can't recall the name or author off the top of my head, but you got it right. I've got the poem around here somewhere and I'll find it and out it here for you later.
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"...ate of it,
and called it bitter."
Great finish to a fine poem. Bravo!
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