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spooky table talk
on a moonlit night
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows it
he peels the skin from her back
and wraps it around a skeletal hand and eats it
the rest of the devils wait
to taste the rich and deep spice of this body
their hearts boil
in a cursed rhythm and flow
as dawn prepares to approaches,
the darkness born from her black hollow eyes begins to scream
the voltage of demonic sin rises
forgetting the fleeting time, he binds her in a fierce embrace
the bent legs run
madly towards the grave
this haunted romance causes
a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina
the still silence under the stars
reveals the fountain's myriad secrets
the lightless eyes close
and with a silent echo,
the souls disappear into the wall...
in the scent of fresh blood
the clock strikes twelve
in the whispers of unrequited love
two souls collide terrifyingly
they plan to have fun until the morning light
from the bowl of flesh,
he picks up a piece and rubs it on her
he breaks her red nails
hanging in the air with his sharp teeth
the guests at a wickedly sexy party
watch this sex act sultry
with a devilish smile,
he pulls her half-cut lip apart with
his drumsticks-adorned finger and swallows it
he peels the skin from her back
and wraps it around a skeletal hand and eats it
the rest of the devils wait
to taste the rich and deep spice of this body
their hearts boil
in a cursed rhythm and flow
as dawn prepares to approaches,
the darkness born from her black hollow eyes begins to scream
the voltage of demonic sin rises
forgetting the fleeting time, he binds her in a fierce embrace
the bent legs run
madly towards the grave
this haunted romance causes
a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina
the still silence under the stars
reveals the fountain's myriad secrets
the lightless eyes close
and with a silent echo,
the souls disappear into the wall...
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Today 1:07pm
A whole new genre of writing from your pen..
Spooky scary...
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Today 1:10pm
On the face of it, this dark poem has all the makings of the underworld. The horror of a demon which rips apart his victim, tearing her limb from limb, perhaps with sharp fangs and demonic eyes. He's a scoundrel with ghastly intentions. Maybe lust is to blame for it all, maybe not. Many are witnesses to his ghoulish desires.
But this also creates a sort of dark (very dark) narrative in my mind. Two lovers at a party sit perhaps on a patio, under the moonlight. She's imbued with his confidence and strength. They may have sex in mind so they wander off.
The others see them leave, smirking because they know - from her voluptuous looks - they're probably going off to have sex. They've never seen that man before.
He takes her somewhere quiet where no one can hear, but suddenly, out of the blue, his true colors emerge. His charm, his power, turn against her in a most horrific way. The rest is straight from a book of crime.
"a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina."
Someone walking his dog finds her a day later. Her murderer has escaped through the wall of anonymity.
~~~
If the mind has the will to take what is read and reinterpret it to reality, appalling narratives can be made.
But hopefully....
Only at Halloween. (That ghoulish American ritual of fun. :))))
But this also creates a sort of dark (very dark) narrative in my mind. Two lovers at a party sit perhaps on a patio, under the moonlight. She's imbued with his confidence and strength. They may have sex in mind so they wander off.
The others see them leave, smirking because they know - from her voluptuous looks - they're probably going off to have sex. They've never seen that man before.
He takes her somewhere quiet where no one can hear, but suddenly, out of the blue, his true colors emerge. His charm, his power, turn against her in a most horrific way. The rest is straight from a book of crime.
"a fountain of blood to fly from her silky vagina."
Someone walking his dog finds her a day later. Her murderer has escaped through the wall of anonymity.
~~~
If the mind has the will to take what is read and reinterpret it to reality, appalling narratives can be made.
But hopefully....
Only at Halloween. (That ghoulish American ritual of fun. :))))
Today 3:19pm
i think you should also be a part of this competition...thanks you tim... Liked your feedback... :)
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