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She loves her emptiness.
Contributed by
AdamH
on
Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 09:22:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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She used me for my eyes, to behold midnight coming,
To focus beautifully on blackness,
And love the birth of morning.
She maimed me for my hands, to touch a golden moon,
To grasp at stars and swoon,
Under the guise of a distant twinkling.
She kept me for my ears, to hear rains a sploshing,
But to listen to nothing,
That was said or declared.
She stood me for my loins, sitting brutishly astride them,
To use them as cutlery,
And like plates then she'd wipe me.
She bade for my tongue, which she shared with the town,
And left me with tastes,
That were never my own.
When I left she disowned me, between two flights,
Either upwards or downwards, I'm
Descending with spite.
I sobbed at her crassness, and fell like a baby,
My emotive insides, always
Fed by my senses.
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AdamH
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2011-11-14 09:22:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: She loves her emptiness.
(User Rating: 1 ) by kcrysten on
Monday, 14th November 2011 @ 04:00:41 PM AEST (User
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I really like it. You use really good descriptive words, and I also like how direct it is too. Can't mistake what your talking about |
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