Poem -

All the Words He Left Trapped in Her Throat

Not all poetry is pretty, is it .. and no, I'm not a serial killer either ..

Listen, these words were meant
only to be whispered ..
But their inevitable sigh was
followed by a moan
and then, by a single silent scream ..
Which incidentally
occurred the moment he became
blind to those words
he left trapped in the depths
of her throat
and his eventual, hasty departure ..

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Marion

I am in awe of the way you can allude to several meanings Neville. I love the conspiritual tone of this write...you have a talent for conveying intimacy in the most poetic way. Great read mate x

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Neville

Thanks for massaging that part of my ego I have long tried to keep under wraps ...
Oops' that just slipped out .. Now s'pose I gotta go stand on the norty step :) x

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Marion

πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Neville, great lines, got me thinking. Warm regards. Cheers.Β 

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Neville

I am absolutely delighted Cleo .. many thanks indeed :)Β 

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Being Me

A very dark poem β€” but it is good to read dark sometimes. Again, this is awesomely written x

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Neville

I hear dark is the new black replacing orange by two seasons and I aint talkin summer and autumn .. in which case, I owe ya :) x

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