Final Pleas

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A final plea

That kiss of confidence, so prideful and strong.
Those smoldering eyes couldn’t possibly be wrong.
At least, that’s what I thought until I saw
Those eyes pouring lemon gall.
As you sink into the in-depth shadows
And your soul begins to free flow,
I clutch my heart, and it is throbbing.
I hardly realize that it’s me who’s sobbing.

Whispering voices begin to speak to me,
Telling me what I to do to be free.
Urgent now, screaming loud.
I retch, and begin to pound
Flesh upon flesh, and red upon beige.
Seeping from me, a life force,
Of course, my heart—is the source.


Submitted: May 20, 2010

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Madame Wit 101

So dark and deep. Great passion! And even through all the darkness there's a sense of release.

Sat, May 22nd, 2010 10:34am

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