I sat before an empty page and let the words speak.
“Oh my creator!” Erotic convulsions Sear my uncooked melodies. Unrecognizable. All of them, Unforeseen. “Here we are!” Piercing giggles and I’m crippled. Helpless as they plead for attention. Suddenly I’m strangled; Laid, white, cold. Release. What shallow intimacy. As they strip bear their maker. I’m engaged to archaic exasperation. The plight of the muffled pillow cry: To be rendered inept of a firmly Grasped blade. It could mean anything. It means everything. But to them, I am nothing. Here, Only to finalize an agreement And suffer by a broken pen as My blood stains parchment. I bled. They watched Me bleed for an eternity; Until they were finished And as I bled they scoffed from the stars And uttered, “Words bleed, too.”
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11/17/2022 03:06:32 am
Account imagine both song at mother. Five kitchen threat ask box.
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AuthorCamilla, my sister, has been gifted with an amazing passion for all things literature. Here she will be sharing the words that God lays on her heart to speak to His people. Enjoy!
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