Submissions by AlexandraKhamoji

I saw thorns all around me,
Thorns pricking my skin furiously as I bled and my blood burst out in flames,
My fear was endless and spider webs grew on my eyes such that I could not open them,
I could not see,
I created my world inside my head, because I couldn't see,
I couldn't feel,
I had bled to death,
I couldn't hear,
I heard only noise and the sound of ill will and horror,
My heart was tight in deep melancholy,
It was swallowed in deep catastrophe,
So I lay there in a deep disturbed sleep,
And slowly fell into a deep joy...

If sin means hurting you,
Then I love to sin,
For I love hurting you,
I sit for hours and meditate, upon my anger for your sake,
For hate,
Just so I don't forget,
I don't want to forget,
And I don't want to forgive,
Otherwise, I fear you will strike again,
Hence I will cook and stew my anger till it is ready for soup,
In a boiling pot of rage,
That I wish to unveil,
Served on a venomous bowl of remorseless doom.

©alexandralydiakhamoji

My love for you has turned me into a carcass,
Dry, grey and lifeless,
My heart cracks each time it sees you,
Unable to beat and pound like it used to,
My neck, I cut open, so from my fear you could get intoxicated,
Each time you were done, you would lick my wound and dress it in piles of bandages,
So that I could not put my head up,
Each time I looked at you,
I was bowing down,
Just as you my lord desired,
You continued your meals of me,
Until at last, my neck broke,
You said my blood now tasted vile,
Yet it did not deter you...

A pendant so shiny, covered in shroud,
Decorated and designed with every longing to ensnare,
Ensnare the remaining corpse of a love that rot,
Beguiling enough it was, that it did soothe that angry rot,
And a moment there was when the decay was forgot,
But for the facade, soon the worms did sprout,
And allies became for the rot,
Attracting the scavengers that finished the corpse to nought.