Nimble gladiator with arms extended from lip to lip,
Masterfully swinging a heart of spades.
She stabbed the sorrow from fawns jumping across this hideous pit,
Now see no shiny rays, no cheery glades,
Just bleeding brothers blaring loudly.
Insatiable hunger rising drip for drip,
Blackness from her many sins,
Slowly seeped into her delicate skin.
Many devils came and many devils skewered,
Doom for the daredevils who pursue her.
The racing hero paid no heed and run,
With a leap for glory, he braced to be free.
Foretold whines and cries, he fears none,
Radioactivity sunk his dreams into a wretched sea.
The evil in his mind, he could not outrun.
A soft plunge into the abyss,
Drooling jaws snapped shut around,
Shrieked praise and admiration for this monster.
Licking lips, shredded and torn,
I was always this beautiful demon's fawn.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
