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The Flower
You murderer
mutilated my body
piece by piece
loving every bone, limb
wrapping yourself with my skin
swallowing my weary voice whole
in betwixt yes and no
then fucked
inserting a bouquet of Roses
in my love hole
to watch it wilt
ensuring
no one would want me
like you do
Be yourself
Dont change
Be yourself
I became
becoming
an idea of me
Published 2nd Jan 2019
| Edited 3rd Jan 2019
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2nd Jan 2019 4:25am
Foremost, the feeling come across strongly, anger, betrayal. The metaphor of the bouquet of roses, visualizing the wilt, is potent. The penultimate stanza seems to me like a chant, to yourself, to maintain your integrity through this storm, this intrusion as you outline it earlier in the work. Interesting to contemplate.
I'm always around if you need a friend.
Daniel
I'm always around if you need a friend.
Daniel
potent in its metaphorical flow, the wrenching pain you fill in them...the anger & its vent in the last two stanzas...bows...its ironically sounds the highest politeness of poetics & philosophy! wordless yet again & each time as i read in awe ur emotions even ur silence & nothings that's scribed or waiting to be..the vulnerable are the rugged u know in the depth of depths dear..the extremities swung are the tempered eternities we are in...juz love & pure love to you this 2019 & ev . uma xx:)
to add..was offline in the morning wen i saw ur post..the previous title fits in better than this..but then its #juzme:)
to add..was offline in the morning wen i saw ur post..the previous title fits in better than this..but then its #juzme:)
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