La Bella Muerte Chronicles: Infatuation

Cut me open and pluck the strings of my vital harp:
Each word an incision- your tongue is razor-sharp.
See the love in my eyes?
It belies each miserable note.
A melody of lows and highs,
It catches in my throat.
So now I’ll play this little piece
To please your pretty ears.
An overture that builds to cease-
Enamored of my fears.
When red my slowing gears have rusted,
And when my strings do snap,
Bury not this instrument you’ve lusted;
Let me sleep upon your lap.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Wow! This is grand! Strong imagery! Relatively smooth flow! This is a genuine gem! You could play with line breaking the first two lines just to weigh the extent of power that emanates from the two ways of presenting them, but other than that - well done!

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Thank you! This remains one of my favorite pieces that I've written. Can you elaborate on the subject of line breaking? I'm not sure I see what you mean.

[emipoemi]

line breaking is as it implies: the moment where a line ends, and a new one begins.

[Scott Thompson]

The best part of your writing is the way just enough is left unexplained for me to ponder. Everything you have written so far has been a great read, keep it coming. S

[Briana Noël Manzano]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing and I appreciate the reviews :)