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Cut Her
Tortured image
beautiful pain
I agonise with acceptance of her
compulsion
to please her cutter
cutting her
cutting me.
Cradled
in the arms of her killer
a child eclipsed
tainted eyes
innocent witness of her lust for peril.
As Moses was bound to his people
the chosen one
to free the slaves…
If only I could cut her
free.
Published 8th Jul 2013
| Edited 16th Jul 2016
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8th Jul 2013 1:06pm
8th Jul 2013 1:17pm
Thanks heaps Magdalena.
Another "at the wheel" driving scribe... written in my mind transferred to paper as soon as I arrived at my destination.
Another "at the wheel" driving scribe... written in my mind transferred to paper as soon as I arrived at my destination.
Anonymous
8th Jul 2013 4:10pm
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9th Jul 2013 4:25am
9th Jul 2013 2:10pm
Thanks man.
This is just one of those poems that comes out of nowhere. You kind of feel guilty that you didn't really have to do anything except type the bastard.
This is just one of those poems that comes out of nowhere. You kind of feel guilty that you didn't really have to do anything except type the bastard.
