I haven't a clue when I wrote this...
A mangled carcass dangling from the length of her entrails
Love's metaphor heaved itself in and left a fresh trail
Her jaw has come unhinged to fit the heart upon her tongue
Kerosene, for a passionate burning, fills her lungs
Her last breath was strewn across the carpet, her eyelids were peeled back
Her arms have been skinned and charred, but her hands remain intact
Untouched by I as I were by those hands
The Mutilation of the Embodiment of Truth
Once more I kiss your bloodied blemished lips
My Woebegone Angel of Ruth
YOU ARE READING
Reaper's Plague
PoesíaSince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
