"A NIGHT WITH A HARRIDAN"

SimonROCK

She rushed into the room very cold

Straight to the shower to bath herself cold

Like a body in the morgue her eyes covered with the moist moment of a summer dew

 

She lay herself on bed like a fat log

Her eyes fixed on the wall above the roof

Reading the inscriptions on the wall that only 

The words only them could behold

 

Dipped my tongue between here lips 

To count words that only only her teeth could say

My fingers in the middle of her back

They journeyed through her erector spinae down the pelvis

 

She was lifeless, her breath was stolen

A dead log lying between my bed and myself

Cold dead, I mean like frozen ocean creatures in contact with electricity and a deep freezer

 

She is just a dead harridan

Stabbed behind severely severally by trust

Shot forty-four in her head the bullets of betrayer

She's murdered by the cold hands of Love

 

She has given up the ghost, not to life but to love

To affection, to romance and even to fantasies

The magic in my tongue couldn't bring her back to life despite the work between her body in-between

 

I need an elixir of life

The powers of reincarnation

Maybe the magic through incantation

To build a world I can call my nation

 

But she's a harridan between my bed and myself 

A cold war I'm gonna fight all night

With a lifeless soul beside me

But I'm here lying flat, the words I can't lie.

  • Author: SimonROCK Avingir Ter (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2022 01:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is an imaginary work of love, trust, affection and betrayal that turn women into a harridan.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 13
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