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The Hit
Contributed by
melis
on
Tuesday, 8th October 2002 @ 04:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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My body stiffens and starches at the recoil,
Striking a petulant pose to any casual observer,
Till a vacant lethargy balms as the eyes roll,
Fascinated at the last by the tiny puckered opening,
That almost seems to be winking,
Giggling and gurgling to kid me it’s only a joke,
While the dead flat beat of a dying pulse
Fountains and foams as it spews me out
So pretty, a red lake lapping on snowy shores.
I’ll never get that blouse clean again!
Didn’t see it coming, did you?
The perfect hit.
The assassin’s trademark.
Copyright ©
melis
... [
2002-10-08 16:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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Re: The Hit
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 11:55:22 AM AEST (User
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You have penned this with aplomb. Genuine emotion is conveyed through this piece and affected me with the following words;
"While the dead flat beat of a dying pulse
Fountains and foams as it spews me out "
Commendable write.
Well done. |
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