blonde and pure in front of me
my hair a field of disgrace
a tortured mess with rotting lungs
massive, red face
dry eyes and dirty nails
absent psyche
would you hold me
I ask the angel
no answer
her black habit
dripping with my blood
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Author:
amysliterature (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2023 14:24
- Comment from author about the poem: I am back still tortured
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
Very impactful.I'm not sure what is going on here but hey what would I know
you don’t t need to know what’s going on all I want to do is trigger certain feelings 🙂
reads like a Dali but feels like a kidney punch delivered while trying to focus .. and in my book, that makes for good reading ..
write on amysliterature .. Neville
thank you so much I feel so happy right now because of your comment 🙂
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