Moi si ihgih

Poem by: Mister R.

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palms pressed together

the prayer begins

so slim, yet heavy with sperm and vice,

to the brim...

forgiven thy sins, by the devil, your twin

bestow freedom upon you

rid you of food you have eaten or dreamt

through words slipping thy mouth.

wet is the ground,

where the reek of cowardice swept

right where you slept, at the second attempt

your desire welled up in vomit,

as you could no longer oh it,

slow it

promised to rot and

cleanse the natural juices that life

bred

and all that’s below it

is all that’s above it…

the fame crucifixion has offered

was not well considered so you,

eternally willing to covet,

devoured legions the prophet

converted,

the legions in which he believed

‘let’s just have sex’ through his mouthpiece

the grin was detached, anesthesia

‘to please ya’

so cynical, or was it to please?

‘a fool shall be he who not flees.

a worse one he who remains.’

they bled me in my ceaseless fervor

and took me where the dead lilt

demented, corrupted, decaying

quilted by memory…

forgotten, unloved.

Submitted: July 07, 2011

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Baxter

Dark and an appreciated piece

Thu, July 7th, 2011 7:57pm

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Danke schön.

Thu, July 7th, 2011 1:14pm

moonphish

visceral to the max.....more absorbed than read - alvin

Tue, November 13th, 2012 1:43am

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this piece was very haunting, it tormented me for days and is perhaps one of the most arduous pieces of work I've posted on here. I'm pleased you found a way to get absorbed by it, since other approaches might have ended up in you not even attempting to pursue a reader's affair with it. and I also believe it's generally unpleasant to read (should be unpleasant to read), since it was meant for breathing.

danke schön!

Tue, November 13th, 2012 7:51am