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Love is love
Crosses left burnt into her torso
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love.
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love.
Published 8th Mar 2018
| Edited 9th Mar 2018
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11th Mar 2018 2:01am
A great piece of writing. I especially liked the following part:
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
Having sadly seen many bodies over the years, I could totally relate to the sensation of seeing them like a stale wax animation. This is so real to me
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
Having sadly seen many bodies over the years, I could totally relate to the sensation of seeing them like a stale wax animation. This is so real to me
11th Mar 2018 10:15am
Hi fractured dreams, thanks for reading and sharing your faverouite parts, I found this one really easy to write it just kinda flowed out, yeah dead bodies always just kind a reminded me of wax dolls. How come you seen ao many? Are you a pathologist or something? Serial killer maybe? ;-p
21st Apr 2018 10:25am
To me, this is a metaphor for how love can turn to hate.
How when you've been hurt by someone so badly, you can begin to fixate and obsess over them.
How when you've been hurt by someone so badly, you can begin to fixate and obsess over them.
