THE DEVIL'S GLOVE
Thinking, .. hoping,
waiting
Bide my time, I must return
Despicable dark actions
are something that I yearn
Hoping in my wildest thoughts
That prey will soon appear
Walk on by, entice me in
Perfume, ... the scent of fear
Listening, ... sensing,
wishing
Impatience is my oldest foe
Creatively I need it
There's something I must know
Toying with my inner dreams
Relentless in my head
A thought, a chance
A wanten glance, ... now I need her dead
Watching, ... feeling,
hating ..
her very look that says she's good
How I want to cut away
Her sycophantic blood
So happy in her beauty
Smirking smugly with self love
Stamp it, stomp it
Bleed it dry,
... adorn my devil glove
Touching, .... twisting
Slicing
Relentless with desire
How the sound of someone's pain
Sets my very heart on fire
Once again I've tasted fear
It's sweet upon my tongue
Heaven, bliss
I reminisce, .... I know I now belong
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Hey Blossom!!.......LOVE this........the way each stanza begins with a kind of drum beat in it's rhythm..........this reads like a dream when spoken aloud...........but it's NO surprise coming from your magical pen........the Devil seeping through the imagery created.........weedling its evil way into this reality.......where......" I know I now belong...."..........smokin' grooves sweet poetess!!...........smiles.....T xx
Ahh another favorite!! I love your dark writes!! I could feel the craving for the desire to kill through your words...so powerful! Love it!!
Val ♥
Hello Blossom, I was intrigue with the tone and style of ENGULFED, and fascinated with your rhythm pattern of writing. You are someone to follow. I believe I can learn much from your idiomatic expression....this is no obsequious...I'm enjoying the readings. Ezek