Your lips stained with wine
Like an apparition
Molding the minds of the listless
With putrid intentions
Spewing from a scorching vermilion mouth
And pale, dead skin does decorate
Like the bloodless do
In the cold, hard ground
With eyes that shimmer and writhe
Like a horde of ants
That make my heart seize
And my blood curdle
Where delicate papery skin peels
The wrinkles back
To reveal your jade teeth
And sour, drunken breath
So must your hot wax hands leave their mark
Down my shoulders
Melting
And bubbling
And burning
Until I can no longer stand the touch of you
And your liquor soaked discussion
Determined by the lawless
And lack of divinity
You choose to see in me.
- zelda
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It seems like it is a response to someone who was very mean and did not choose to see the good qualities.
ReplyDeletevery nice diction & grammar ;)
ReplyDeletetoo bad i can't understand any of it.../:
I like all the imagery and you have a good range of vocabulary.
ReplyDeletei adore the unwillingness of this love.
ReplyDeleteits like describing something you hate by telling them how beautiful it is, there is always a trace of distain that ties it all together.
Horde of ants are my boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteOh God, love every line of this creepy, creepy poem. Super-long comment time!
ReplyDeleteI like the "dead skin does decorate" line. I could make a cleaver little comment about the syntax, but I've already forgotten all of those vocab words that Cap'n Emo taught us. I like how the speaker has a strong voice even though the poem is about someone else. I like the macabre imagery.
My favorite part is the ending:
"Determined by the lawless
And lack of divinity
You choose to see in me."