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Plague Sores (Revised)
Contributed by
bobotheclown
on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 11:10:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Skeletons lie in the streets
Broken, bones tangled together
Thrown against the battered buildings
Mouths formed in a silent, forever scream
Its an overcast day, like always
Acid rain lazily falls sizzling
On the battered ground
A solitary figure
Walks amongst this hell
He's used to it all
Even though silent tears trickle down
They are tears of hunger
There's an aching pang
In his belly that cannot be quenched
You can see every bone
Across his stretched, green flesh
Eyes peer out from a hollow head
Wide, with hunger frightening to behold
As he crawls down the sidewalk
Crunching bones with his bony knees
And I? I am a prisoner
In this gutted shell of a city
Locked in isolation
Tied to a steel bed
Only, my hands free
Screaming like a maniac
Scratching at my head
Blood runs into my eyes
As I lick my hands clean
Blood my only food
Blood my only beverage
Sick as I puke all over myself
Like a handicapped child
The guards they eye me
With a wicked gleam
I cower if I see, hear or
Even think of them
They are casting lots
For the choicest parts
Of my deformed body
Then they will rip me to shreds
The solitary figure has found a meal
A smile across his weathered features
As he gnaws at the raw, moldy flesh
Once a fellow human's arm
He eats the magotty flesh
With relish, attacking it like a steak
He fights off the pitiful few survivors
For the choicest parts
They all look the same blackened and destroyed
By the plague that visited them
Cursed to survive even thought they weep for death
Across the dying city
Other acts of cannibalism and debauchery
Take place
Soon... nothing will be left
Except the crumbling facades
Of buildings, bones picked bare
The wind whistling across the empty streets
And the few cursed survivors
Scratching at their painful sores
In my confinement
Free from the restricting chains
Huddled in a corner
Howling like some demented animal
Eyes sunken, bloodshot and weary
Skin a pasty white and dry
Congealed blood in my matted hair
Toenails like claws
Tattered clothes in shreds
Hanging from my tense body
Face in my hands
Unable to look at my surroundings
Driven to madness
The plague will consume me
If the "guards" in my head don't first
I can hear the guards laughing
Bashing my head against the wall
I see the blood, but they won't get me
They won't, they won't, they won't, they didn't...
Copyright ©
bobotheclown
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2005-04-29 23:10:48]
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Re: Plague Sores (Revised)
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by emystar on
Friday, 29th April 2005 @ 11:20:55 PM AEST
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Very intense write.
So very sad, gory but then I think that's the whole point in the write.
huggs,
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Re: Plague Sores (Revised)
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by blowfish_jane on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 02:06:46 AM AEST
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Oh Joel that was just insanely dark.
I just adore how you write,. This deffinately gave me
goosebumps LOL.
Jane~ |
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Re: Plague Sores (Revised)
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 30th April 2005 @ 10:06:36 PM AEST
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| well i must say that this certainly was ghastly. i cant say that i liked the images in my head from reading this. truely disgusting, yet oh so poetic. that quenches my thirst for something outside the box for a while =] keep up the fantastic writing, joel...just on other topics... |
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Re: Plague Sores (Revised)
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 1st May 2005 @ 08:42:45 AM AEST
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I've never really been able to handle poems this deep and dark before. I'd always ready them, and comment on how well they were written, but I've never been able to seriously read beyond the words and imagine the scene the poem is creating... without feeling sick, that is. Lol.
But this poem is just something different entirely. In my mind, I saw the scene. I saw the images. I read deep into the poem, I even felt some sadness creeping in there.
Once again, you've managed to wow me with your writings.
- Stacey |
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Re: Plague Sores (Revised)
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by freckle on
Thursday, 5th May 2005 @ 10:19:30 PM AEST
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Wow...this is enough to give nightmares! Great write though...extremely vivid and the flow kept me reading on, wanting to know what was going to be revealed next. Very disturbing scenes but written very well. Good job!
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