Open Poetry #49 |
Jack's Insane Lover |
Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
thistles tickle me burdock pleases my palate compared to her stare every moment of every day, I live with her fears she's stays in my house playing in the pretty rooms where the walls are soft she says she loves me then pulls out her knives and I bleed again she has no one else. those she left behind well, they're just gone ...maybe I'll be next why do I stay on to live through this hell of hers? I know the reason... it's those other times when her madness slips away and she lays with me but it never lasts soon after love's light dims she grows darker then she must go back back to the little room I made for her where the walls are soft and we keep secrets don't we my insane lover? ...secrets to die fo Touch, but don't look |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Nicely twisted Jack! Yes indeed. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, playing grownup games hurts, doesn't it, Jack? ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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