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A Mutant's Pilgrimage: Day Eighteen
(pantoum)
You do not want to take this heart from me,
You think you know the nature of its need.
This heart is black as Satan’s revelry,
An open sewer’s gape, a rancid screed.
You think you know the nature of its need,
This mutant smiling back with lapis eyes.
An open sewer’s gape, a rancid screed,
Would not begin to shape what they disguise.
This mutant smiling back with lapis eyes,
Its need to splay your open everything,
Would not begin to shape what they disguise,
A lust, your body and your soul unstring.
Its need to splay your open everything,
To drink in every feel and want you crave,
A lust, your body and your soul unstring,
Consume, to leave you open like a grave.
To drink in every feel and want you crave,
This heart as black as Satan’s revelry,
Consume, to leave you open like a grave,
You do not want to take this heart from me.
18/30
Words: 160
Unique Words: 66
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo2019
You do not want to take this heart from me,
You think you know the nature of its need.
This heart is black as Satan’s revelry,
An open sewer’s gape, a rancid screed.
You think you know the nature of its need,
This mutant smiling back with lapis eyes.
An open sewer’s gape, a rancid screed,
Would not begin to shape what they disguise.
This mutant smiling back with lapis eyes,
Its need to splay your open everything,
Would not begin to shape what they disguise,
A lust, your body and your soul unstring.
Its need to splay your open everything,
To drink in every feel and want you crave,
A lust, your body and your soul unstring,
Consume, to leave you open like a grave.
To drink in every feel and want you crave,
This heart as black as Satan’s revelry,
Consume, to leave you open like a grave,
You do not want to take this heart from me.
18/30
Words: 160
Unique Words: 66
#NaPoWriMo2019
NaPoGloPoWriMo2019
Published 18th Apr 2019
Author's Note
Creature of the Night - Atlanta, GA 1983/1984.
(They say that alcoholics don't have relationships - we take hostages..!)
(They say that alcoholics don't have relationships - we take hostages..!)
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18th Apr 2019 4:35pm
oh my God... dear Poet, Master Smithy...
this is an aftermath's gift. Thank you.
this is an aftermath's gift. Thank you.
Anonymous
18th Apr 2019 4:41pm
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18th Apr 2019 5:06pm
My precious one...
If I were a random wanderer who stumbled upon your Day 18, I might say:
What you have taken, from surviving, gives the reader so much in return to admire despite the wreckage.
But I’m not that. And I didn’t stumble. Because all the years knowing what the journey you express this month is all about, I am more, but then too, I am so much less, and I’m honored as both.
I’m so thankful you’re here, and I’m there.
*silent contemplation*
If I were a random wanderer who stumbled upon your Day 18, I might say:
What you have taken, from surviving, gives the reader so much in return to admire despite the wreckage.
But I’m not that. And I didn’t stumble. Because all the years knowing what the journey you express this month is all about, I am more, but then too, I am so much less, and I’m honored as both.
I’m so thankful you’re here, and I’m there.
*silent contemplation*
