magnetized
eyes
calling out to me,
sweet and soft
with the edge of a blade.
you entrusted me with it,
your immortality,
and I slayed it with
my Renaissance tongue.
blood pours
over pale skin,
down the column of the throat,
and into yours.
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๐ฆเพเฝฒโ๐ช๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฆเพเฝฒ (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2025 17:01
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
A metaphoric dark poem of shared damage. Nicely done
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A sense of sharing hurt and pain done to each other, nicely expressed and written
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