Open Poetry #37 |
Selves |
elfin_tigress Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 101Someplace |
It is all so wrong. I do not mean what you have said, what you have done. None of that matters, really. It is what I have said, what I have done that sickens me so. All behind me, I say. Let us leave the past behind I say To my selves. The self of peace and calm the self that I wish to be always, the white lily, pale, spotless as a goddess among the nettles. And the self that was in control for so long, the demon, the succubus enchantress and liar. In control out of control Melting into blood and ashes. Dismiss it. Hide it away. The wildfire is in its cage. Let it stay there. Do not even look at it. Do not ask why I am so cold, unsure of every gesture. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"And the self that was in control for so long, the demon, the succubus enchantress and liar." Very powerful stuff here. |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
"as a goddess among the nettles" Kept thinking about this line |
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