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Spotlight, spotlight!

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Thu, 6 Nov 2008 at 12:38am

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A myraid of awkward steps surpass: He pins her to the bed Her worlds unhinges tangled plans As her neck is offered hands. Ivory blades pierce her lips Then cockroaches crawl past her hips To whisper in the puppet's ear; Incite her pulse to rage with fear Bats scream over the lunatic Whose crudeness stains her lips with sick. Her morbid soul contrites such fame And smile vomits with pensive shame Inside her - young butterflies wilt With thought of love that died with guilt Then like a spiteful beast on prey- He tears her solace, lets it frey But prey, disguised as heavy lead Might spare themselves by playing dead They've all intentions to survive. Why would she want to be alive? A weak insect, she's just a waste Whilst his hot breath is all she tastes Her conscience doesn't want to think And faith abandons her instinct To fight with every last heartbeat. Instead, crushed, she avows defeat. A commiserating, teary moon Regrets the night that came too soon Bird weep beneath the silver air, All sorry for not warning her And so they watch him take the lead They watch her dance, for here tonight She glides and moves and twirls and spins Before they douse the soft spotlight.
One other likes this.
2008-04-22
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 1 plus votes, and 0 astars.
kluny
2008-04-23
Oy, way to give me a new reason to give guys the brush-off.
macca needs vote-age:) this piece is spine-tingling...plusssss