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Painting?
Her hand rises above the air
The needle caresses the skin
Slowly
Painful
Carving into you
Her mind
Painted
In your blood
On your skin
From your pain
By your fear.
Her laughter
Fills you
With joy
As you slowly,
But surely
Falls into a deep sleep.
A sleep,
From which
You will not awaken.
The needle caresses the skin
Slowly
Painful
Carving into you
Her mind
Painted
In your blood
On your skin
From your pain
By your fear.
Her laughter
Fills you
With joy
As you slowly,
But surely
Falls into a deep sleep.
A sleep,
From which
You will not awaken.
Published 6th Nov 2009
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7th Nov 2009 1:12am
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7th Nov 2009 10:02am
love this.your expression her mind painted in your blood,is very evocative, so is memory of her laughter, very tender.i love its structure as well,its as if the words really stage , one by one, the quietly fading life!
8th Nov 2009 4:21pm
Thank you SO much, I'm glad you like my writing, and I tried to write it that way, so I'm glad it worked<3
30th Jul 2010 2:15pm
I like the imagery here, it certainly fits the category of dark poems. It perhaps portrays a murderer, a lover even.
I enjoyed reading it nonetheless. Well done!
I enjoyed reading it nonetheless. Well done!
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