Poem -
necromancer
my fat fuck
I do not hide
behind kindnessÂ
I smile when
I slide in
this honeyed knife..
how surfeit flesh
makes my blood
explode,
and my mouth
ooze verbosa
I'm a junkie
of masochistic
multi tongued
violence..
and I come
stealing from
your bare breast
so you my fatÂ
as I rattle my
guiltless tin
can't  feel me
not love..
just silence
inside you
destroyingÂ
from within
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Comments
This is very dark Pauline.... Stomach churning but brilliantly done
Describes very much an abusive relationship...I really enjoyed this one
Lorna
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abusive application by slight of hand and mouth...spot on
Brutal and disturbing imagery!!
J ;)
yes well those words ring in my brain..guess he thought it funny to say that..the baskit...words can only hurt you if you allow them..you can, forbid them to enter your brain..I can do that with a lot of things..but some things get access without authority..I know it..the gob is a mighty hurtful tool..and a pleasure one too.
Whether they're cruel or merely ill-chosen, words can really only hurt...when they come from mouths we have kissed.
true...they cut the deepest..longest..forever