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Death Becomes Nature
after hunting her down for millennia
they finally captured her
harnessed her body...harvested her soul
turned her once ripe and fertile garden
into a dreary desolate dystopia
terror-forming all the natural beauty
she birthed forth through a labor of divine love into
a gluttonous feast for their succubus-cube
siphoning all in its path like a great energy beast
from another dimension
parasitic in origin
depopulating billions at a time
defecating charred and broken skeletons
back into the endless wastelands
moving forever onward
towards a horizon where the sun no longer rises
and man no longer dreams
Published 17th Jan 2023
| Edited 18th Jan 2023
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17th Jan 2023 6:25am
Dystopian to the Xth...
Fuck...
A profound exploration of the feminine mystique
and the feminine induced dystopia...
But I totally get it, brother...
An unflinching delve into the depths...
It's fucked, aint it.?.
Fuck...
A profound exploration of the feminine mystique
and the feminine induced dystopia...
But I totally get it, brother...
An unflinching delve into the depths...
It's fucked, aint it.?.
18th Jan 2023 3:47pm
Incredible... Definitely Dystopian and futuristic but capturing the timeless aspects of femininity, suffering, and transformation. I agree with what Cipher said that this is a profound exploration of the feminine mystique and induced dystopia. It really captures the suffering and ability to make others suffer as well. Her desire for freedom but constantly pursued, controlled, and possessed until the jealousy destroys something inside. Transforms that natural beauty into anxiety. The desire for her flesh ignoring her mind. An intense need to pursue the Succubus and then blame her for being exactly what they desire so deeply. And man no longer needs to dream because she has become his dreams. But that's what they wanted right? Can you ever be truly satisfied? and so they will always come back for another piece, another feast. Turning the Succubus cube but never quite being able to align all the colors. Living in those 3 dimensional spaces... always searching.
1st Nov 2023 8:32pm
Moving ever onward...and destroying their chance of a future. Great write! Thank you for entering this poem in the Unnatural Nature comp!
