She cradles needles
Like they were cherubs.
Oh,
How they cry! Vermillion
Tears that leak
Across cheeks,
Across palms.
She knots together the caverns
In the centre of my hands.
She dares to lay lips
On the empty
Space,
Takes a red ribbon
From her dress.
With a callous caress
I am enslaved.
Removed from a cross,
Now in bondage to her bed.
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Author:
draculazy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2017 06:21
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Comments3
Ooh I say, what's going on there?! Swoon! Hee hee. And on your birthday too - Good Wishes!
A wonderful write here Draculazy. Leaves the reader to want to know the rest of the story. But, maybe that's for another write?
Great write! I agree with Hood. Great surface read; however, there is something far deeper beneath the surface. Excellent work!
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