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Click hereI inhale the damp shadows in your house.
Scents of strange flowers settle on my skin.
I am disembodied by your vast rooms
with Persian rugs, antiques, and old longing.
The dark ecstasy seething in your eyes
strips bare my vulgar trivialities.
My chest tightens; I whimper if I speak;
and I cling like a moth on the ceiling,
nervously hoping to be forgotten.
But, beguiled by your eerie canticle,
my body uncoils at your fiery touch.
I slither on my stomach to your feet,
to swallow the grim hallucinogen
of surrender to your molten power.
You impale me on the horns of madness,
and I am convulsed, broken, made unclean.
You flay my flesh with clever savagery,
and etch my cowardice with bloody stripes
until my writhing gratifies your needs.
I crawl inside the redemptive ache and
salve the scars with humiliation's yolk.
Incubated in my own corruption,
I am reborn in annihilation.
Alchemized into your pliant creature,
I have no past, I abjure all future.
I am a snake in your brutal garden.
My infinity is the here and now.
more, actually. I enjoyed this piece and most of your others. I do wonder though, why no one signs their name anymore. I can't be the only one left here who isn't ashamed of my feedback or afraid to leave my name.
Good luck in the award. You deserve it.
~ NJ
however, the overuse of adjectives and adverbs weighs it down and sinks it.