Dream -

in my dream.

In My Dream I'm running
from
a Horned Angel holding serpents
in 
her hands she intends to
devour;

a
white stain slit across
her
unruly shadow mouth.

"come hither come hither"
she
whispers .

"i 
am sick of serpents
and
wish
to see if souls
truly
have a different
taste."

(souls unblemished by
years
of Rot and Waste.)

+

well....

you're shit out of luck
angel.

i was born this way
and
theres nothing you can
do
to me that i would not
do
readily to myself.

+

13 paces further and she
begins
to fall behind me until the
only 
trace of her presence can
be
detected by the faint smell
of
death attempting to mask 
itself
with dollar store perfume.
+

"no angel."

"follow me now."
(into this darkened room.")

+

The True horror of this
darkness
resides in the fact that
ones
imagination tends to
run
wild and puts 1,000
faces 
to the horrors waiting
therein.

but...
damn...what
else can i
do?

"pass me a
serpent
black angel
of my
blacker heart!"

(i'm hungry.)

 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Woahh a dark awesome poem on a femme fatale sort of. You write and depict fabulously here as you follow the temptress. Kudos and fast made me a fan yeahhh.

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Cherie Leigh

Lol...I don't know why, but I find this humorous....whether your intent or not, J....It is a great dark narrative and speaks of how our own soul can be our worst enemy that conjures horrors that no other could attempt to match and could not make a dent in the dark imagery we create in our own minds....I really like the theme and the kind or rebellious, angst, in your face confrontation with the black angel.  For one who has suffered the things of darkness, there is no fear of taking on more...lol  Great work, J.  You have an original mind that none can compare.  I enjoyed. xo ;)  

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