The Ultimate Betrayal.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Raise your hand if you've ever been stabbed in the back...

Submitted: April 01, 2008

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I can imagine the pressure
compressed like ominous words,
soft spoken beneath your lips.
Licked off like sandpaper;
your tongue betrays its natural obligation,
opening mind altering abstractions
you find bitter without a chaser.
Choosing to conceal feelings;
feeding your hollow mouth,
naïve- you chew and swallow
each brand new plateau of peace
deceasing down your throat.
Choking from the hazard signs;
inclined to bury each and every sound,
with no water to wash away your cluttered mind,
remember the time your voice had made me shine.
And when you unlock your jaw to speak,
I hope you find yourself in the gutter of the street,
sucking back on deaths' lips-
the place you sold your soul,
where you and the Devil go to feel complete.

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