The Iron maiden:
Devastating beauty forever cast in metal, the blood from your love seeping out of the cracks. Truths to be told, rusted over in the luminosity and dismal silence in your eyes. A little look closer and you see what was, the tenderness, the Venus she knew, the divine, radiance she is, before the iron maiden closed.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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Gothic in nature a poem of love lost in death. Dark write nicely done
Thank you 🙂
Gothic, vivid, painful, tragic, profound. Can be taken literally and and most certainly metaphorical. Brilliant Georgia! Brilliant, my friend. 🌹👏
A very interesting read
Noth thought provoking and filled with a sense of discovering.
Thanks
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