Stripped,
plucked from the chrysalis too soon.
Basal ripped from thorax and
warped within your labyrinth web.
Smothered in magenta.
A flattered muse in the sky.
Walking amongst the angels.
Fresh to deceit like a bumbling lamb, who
relished every word that spewed into the beaten vase.
A new cocoon was on the horizon,
A cage built with sin.
Refusing to immortalise you,
the lamb should never have let you in.
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Author:
Rosalind (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2020 20:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Its a bit wordy. But had to get it out.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Had to read this a couple of times to take it in, it's quite complex on the outside but actually rather deep and compelling. Great read!
Thankyou. Yes it's very wordy haha, it's about an abusive relationship between a man a lot older than the girl. I'm glad you enjoyed it!! Thankyou for taking the time to read it! X
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