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she lay alone

Contributed by Cancer on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 03:29:15 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



so cold in that bed
where she lay alone
the warmth of their passion
fading like a dying whisper
a soft "i love you", never heard

his scent still on the pillow
his body, long ago fled
yet, still she lay
eyes fixed on the ceiling
prolonging...

when sunlight lit the darkened room
she slowly rose to face her accuser
Red Dawn sprawled across dingy sheets
a spiteful pool to haunt her with regret

as she cleaned the bed and herself
she cried silently
trying to remember why she'd done it at all
trying to remember if it was worth it
trying to forget everything else

days went on, he never called
and her shame grew ever deeper
guilt and self-loathing spread wide
like a pool of hateful blood on the bed

she didn't need to see a doctor
she wasn't stupid
her momentary lapse of will
had borne unwanted fruit
soon her stomach would swell
soon her family would know
soon it would be too late

eyes blurred with tears
body racked in pain
her trembling hand guiding the coat hanger
deeper than any man would ever go
she felt something break
and she thought she screamed
but, she was never really sure

alone she bore the guilt
alone she bore the pain
only sixteen years old
not equipped to handle the strain

and one last time
those tears of guilt
stained her pretty face
as she prepared to atone for her sins
as she prepared to end her private disgrace

her pale thighs spread like angel wings
both hands holding the knife
aimed at the center of her sin
and as she stabbed deep, three times
her body lurched with pain
and once more she lay
so cold in that bed
once more she lay alone




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-10-19 03:29:15]
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Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by TearS on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 04:05:24 AM AEST
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We don't want to think about this side because we hate darkness...But we should...Well written...


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 06:29:31 PM AEST
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Woah, this was ***** up. Love the line "her pale thighs spread like angel wings". Good piece.


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 08:24:01 PM AEST
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You never fail to amaze me with your ability to intertwine dark beauty and graphic horror. This is well written with excellent use of repetition, imagery and symbolism that i'm sure will not go un-noted by those who know and love your work. Kate x


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Sunday, 19th October 2003 @ 09:25:35 PM AEST
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Such graphic imagery, such horror, so much intense agony loved it.
But then I love all dark poetry and yours is some of the more intensely written poems I have ever read.


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 02:22:14 AM AEST
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i see your name on the best seller list and my shelves lined with your work.........you do not bore my friend!!!!!!!!


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 01:49:39 PM AEST
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ouch as she stabbed herself i almost jerked with the pain as well. great write man you never cease to blow me away.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: she lay alone (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 05:29:40 PM AEST
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OMG!! Excellent write... I can;t add anything to what has been said... except, keep it up..
Jenni




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