Submissions by BBWChic (Lillith Fontaine)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Recurring nightmare
As dark memories etch themselves
as scars upon my skin
I close my mind and withdraw
to the sacred place within.
His rancid breath and work-worn hands
plunder my youthful flesh
But never reaching mind and soul
secured by barb-wire mesh.
I wake from ancient nightmares
and calm my heaving breath
To steel myself against the tears
that grieve my childhoods death.
as scars upon my skin
I close my mind and withdraw
to the sacred place within.
His rancid breath and work-worn hands
plunder my youthful flesh
But never reaching mind and soul
secured by barb-wire mesh.
I wake from ancient nightmares
and calm my heaving breath
To steel myself against the tears
that grieve my childhoods death.
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Black Ink
Tiredness creeps blocking out the sun.
A bone weary cancerous cloud absorbing my sharpness and colour.
I need to retreat, sleep heal.
Cocoon myself against the chill of the darkness but razor-blade reality stabs me awake.
Bleeding, caught in a cycle of responsibility, duty and obligation I stumble forward into life.
A bone weary cancerous cloud absorbing my sharpness and colour.
I need to retreat, sleep heal.
Cocoon myself against the chill of the darkness but razor-blade reality stabs me awake.
Bleeding, caught in a cycle of responsibility, duty and obligation I stumble forward into life.
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Lies of the light
She is waiting.
Standing in the light, with the life force of your joint love wrapped tightly in her arms.
So you clean house, casting aside your excesses, your baggage, decluttering the mess dragged from your past.
Re-plastering and re-painting the blood soaked walls with bright whites, ridding yourself of the cobwebs and choking dust, cleaning away your sins, habits and obscenities.
Perfectly prepared for a new life.
Reformed.
Conformed.
Yet, your memories won't be still. Buried deep, beckoning tendrils, long fingers of...
Standing in the light, with the life force of your joint love wrapped tightly in her arms.
So you clean house, casting aside your excesses, your baggage, decluttering the mess dragged from your past.
Re-plastering and re-painting the blood soaked walls with bright whites, ridding yourself of the cobwebs and choking dust, cleaning away your sins, habits and obscenities.
Perfectly prepared for a new life.
Reformed.
Conformed.
Yet, your memories won't be still. Buried deep, beckoning tendrils, long fingers of...
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Incantation to Innana
She speaks to me in ancient tongue
More familiar than my own
Promising knowledge, lost secrets
Mine for the taking
Seduced by the darkness
I follow intoxicating words
Hell Bound
Throwing off my virtues at each gate
Casting off the doubt
Until I stand naked before my lover
Pressing lips against neck's throbbing vein
I drink of his essence
Promising my life for his teachings
Soul bound
Snake like form grinds against my sex
The mirage disperses
Serpent tongue flicking open lips
Tasting my submission
Impaling on...
More familiar than my own
Promising knowledge, lost secrets
Mine for the taking
Seduced by the darkness
I follow intoxicating words
Hell Bound
Throwing off my virtues at each gate
Casting off the doubt
Until I stand naked before my lover
Pressing lips against neck's throbbing vein
I drink of his essence
Promising my life for his teachings
Soul bound
Snake like form grinds against my sex
The mirage disperses
Serpent tongue flicking open lips
Tasting my submission
Impaling on...
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Awakening part 1
The gentle murmurings of discontentment that I willed quiet.
Whisperings of dreams easy to cover with comfortability.
Now are sirens of resentment, screaming warnings of complacency.
Woken by a memory of who I should be.
A reminder of who I am yet to become.
Whisperings of dreams easy to cover with comfortability.
Now are sirens of resentment, screaming warnings of complacency.
Woken by a memory of who I should be.
A reminder of who I am yet to become.
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