Left prisoner to the fold of your jugular
Where my eyes, like brown yolks, sizzle to peck,
To drink at the routes of wisdom carved into your palm,
And moisten the throbbing streams in your wrist.
My lungs still shrivel in famine of your oils,
To have shades of you dampen the stem of my throat.
Lips would once bridge our throats
And allowed my tongue to savor
Your stench of boiling hemoglobin.
I still sound out the Braille of your forehead
That spoke of a spotlight for feminine plasmas;
Our milks of placenta, and ripe voids for wombs.
But your appetite for elbowroom released
A bitter adrenaline.
Before me, you sewed at the froth of your stringing veins
In sob-story nostalgia.
I would render the raven wax in your lungs
And veiled it with drowning doses of carmine.
Like the moaning banshee, I sing you a swan song
That evades the day when I will lament time spent
With me pillowing the moonshine of your shoulders,
And days I scrubbed you in the purity of a bishop’s liquor,
To blot out the cancer in your past.
The same moon shines off each trail of ink.
Lavender ribbons halo the wombs of my eyes,
Sitting like parasites behind my cheeks.
I am damp of amnesic wine.
Author notes
Not my best.
Had to vent.
painful surrender
A contest entry
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Dead-on Critiques
Comments
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this is very good,
very well written,
i like it alot,
deep and very good wording,
intresting to read,
good luck in the contest,
love vamp xxx -
iloveyou~
and ilovethis
It was written a while back, but I'm glad I read it today. It gives me some hope of intellegence.
Good venting. :]
-Lazuli
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hey
this was a descriptive write. it was amazing.
**The same moon shines off each trail of ink.
Lavender ribbons halo the wombs of my eyes,
Sitting like parasites behind my cheeks.
I’m soaked in amnesic wine.**
thats my fav stanza
awesome
♥
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