Spotlight, spotlight!
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.
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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.
razzle_bedazzlez
2008-04-23
macca needs vote-age:) this piece is spine-tingling...plusssss
