Pimple № 56904
hermetic
My chest is a cauldron,
heaving.
my heart is a wicked spell,
seething.
my brain is a crone,
cackling.
and the candles have turned
to black pools
in the hollow vats of my face.
you tricked me with your secret.
you cradled me in lies.
you trapped me with your steel-pin tongue
and stripped me down to burning skies,
walked widdershins while streaming blood,
and left this devil to the flood.
13 comments
you tricked me with your secrets
you kept me with your chants
you held me with your blood (second note)
Besides that, you gotta know I dug it.
I'll wait to see if you edit to vote.
still original use of language sets it apart
affermativo, dia prego un'occhiata al mio poem "canto di
desiderio".
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