Skwerli
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- Posted: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 13:40:44 +0000
Hey, folks! It's been a long time, but I needed validation, so I'll haunt you once more. Here's the poem:
So Much I Can't Scream
I remember her words.
Not what they were
so much as the look and feel of them
as they plopped out of her mouth,
Breaking and splattering on the ground.
No one else seemed to be bothered by the smell.
They were distracted by her face.
Her pretty face.
Her eyes
they gleamed and flickered
with the fires of hell
so gracefully
you'd think it was love at first spite.
The cyanide perfume she wore
seeped into each alveolus
enriching my blood
with incredible devastation.
Poniards were caressed so suavely by her tongue
each slice in my flesh
was perceived as jealousy on my part.
I fell to the bottom of the grave so quickly
they assumed my death was my own fault.
My lover was carried away from my tomb
on the back of a vulture
with the promise of a better ********
lying behind her bedroom door.
I then died willingly.
And no one remembered my name.
So Much I Can't Scream
I remember her words.
Not what they were
so much as the look and feel of them
as they plopped out of her mouth,
Breaking and splattering on the ground.
No one else seemed to be bothered by the smell.
They were distracted by her face.
Her pretty face.
Her eyes
they gleamed and flickered
with the fires of hell
so gracefully
you'd think it was love at first spite.
The cyanide perfume she wore
seeped into each alveolus
enriching my blood
with incredible devastation.
Poniards were caressed so suavely by her tongue
each slice in my flesh
was perceived as jealousy on my part.
I fell to the bottom of the grave so quickly
they assumed my death was my own fault.
My lover was carried away from my tomb
on the back of a vulture
with the promise of a better ********
lying behind her bedroom door.
I then died willingly.
And no one remembered my name.