EMPTY PLEASURE

LIZ


Notice of absence from LIZ
PEACE, LOVE, LIGHT!

The pain is unbearable, my heart skips a beat; my lips bruised for days, from holding it in. So I just give in, and take a tall drink, and then one more sip, but there's no release.

The smell of pure lust, is covered in loss; I can't seem to stop, each drop makes me drunk. But I'm craving deep, so I just persist; although the strong taste is making me sick.

The wound is so deep, it's making me bleed, explosion of colors that feel like true silk. Locked in a room, with waves that crash in, splashes of glass that pierce through my skin. 

This new aftertaste has brought in new tears, reminding myself that it wasn't real. 

  • Author: LKA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2023 05:03
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 16
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments3

  • Neville

    what a great title and otherwise very much enjoyed .. I particularly liked the teensy bit erotic narrative ... Neville 🙂

  • LIZ

    I appreciate it!! Thank you!!! ❤️

  • L. B. Mek

    'it's making me bleed,
    explosion of colors that feel like true silk.
    Locked in a room, with waves that crash in,
    splashes of glass that pierce through my skin.
    The wound is so deep,'
    just by themselves, these lines
    are a poetic, impactful wording
    of that turmoil n frustration
    so many of us can relate to, dear poet
    (a beautiful poem, imbued
    with such laudable vulnerability)
    thank you!

    • LIZ

      This means a lot! Hard to explain in simple words. There are too many feelings. Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️



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