To look upon her ocean blue eyes
You'd never know the devil lurked behind
He holds her ransom noon and night
A slave to her own desire
He scratches and crawls under pale soft skin
Until she bears down with her own teeth
She fills her mouth with purfumed flesh
To keep the devil's roar within her chest
In flowy white dresses and daisys in her hair
She braces his onslaught of red and despair
Her meek little soul is bound up tight
Yet she will continue to fight all through the night
Just as predicted her sins they rise
As she plays freely with his great fire
Lucid thoughts when they come
They try to free her forsaken soul
Today, if you see her
Salty tears leave tracks through pink blush
But her smile shows no trace of her blood
She wears her mask showcasing contentment
Yet, this is just the rehearsal you know
The breaking of her soul...
That comes after the main show.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A friend reached out and brought my words rushing back to the surface. They're dark but they're back and for that, I thank you truly. You know who you are!
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They may be dark words Clara but lighter, brighter ones are just around the corner ~ I just know it. Wait a minute....isn't that a rainbow I can see???
Kind regards, Alan
Oh, sorry I didn't reply to this sooner Alan! Thank you for reading this and reaching out. Your message pulled me from my writers block! There are plenty rainbows, I just feel my pen flows more freely with darker themes haha
This is quite nice. I enjoy darker themes.
Thank you for reading and commenting! Appreciated!
God dark write but as Alan has said the light is there for you and soon all with be well.
Hi, thanks for commenting on this one too! Didn't realise ☺️ always appreciated.
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