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Potpourri
Sweet potpourri masking my body
It sits on my rugged skin like lotion
Never soaking into my cells
It covers the convulsing stench
My body chilling in a meat locker
Slowly frosting
My skin a sickly blue colour
Black like a long bruise
My mouth hangs open just a bit
My taste buds a sheet of placid plastic
Your tounge shoving near down my esophagus
Pant's zipped down near full
Forceful like your knife
With my blood frozen to
Stained steel
Stealing me
The tears that bit down my breasts
Frozen
It sits on my rugged skin like lotion
Never soaking into my cells
It covers the convulsing stench
My body chilling in a meat locker
Slowly frosting
My skin a sickly blue colour
Black like a long bruise
My mouth hangs open just a bit
My taste buds a sheet of placid plastic
Your tounge shoving near down my esophagus
Pant's zipped down near full
Forceful like your knife
With my blood frozen to
Stained steel
Stealing me
The tears that bit down my breasts
Frozen
Published 7th Sep 2011
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Anonymous
7th Sep 2011 12:32pm
this is a darkly clever writen poem sent chlls through out my body
15th Sep 2011 4:54am
Thank you very much! I thought dark poetry was a bit outta my realm, but I'm glad I tried my hand at it.
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2012 3:45pm
I can only echo what starstruck has said already:
"It covers the convulsing stench" is such a powerful line. This is a very clever piece, that envokes all kinds of emotions in me. Mainly fear and feeling rather uncomfortable, but i like a poem to do that every now and then.
Good job.
"It covers the convulsing stench" is such a powerful line. This is a very clever piece, that envokes all kinds of emotions in me. Mainly fear and feeling rather uncomfortable, but i like a poem to do that every now and then.
Good job.
