Blood-stained VomitA Poem by TheScreamingSadistI'm not sure whether this is about my boyfriend or my father. Either way, this was a very emotional time for me (and still is).
I am hollow,
a moon-dried skin seeking refuge in the back of your mind and finding shelter among the seamless guilt that consumes you in pieces, like a thousand angry butterflies, making a feast of your tainted flesh and playing your intestine like a meat harp (which clashes with the soundless screams of children raped by your voice) It all overflows as a river of white noise, plaguing your innards with turgid apocalypse until the butterflies have nothing left to feed on but my timid emotions that had once been your draft, and now lay idly on your bottom lip because you couldn't hold them down. And I still have heart-shaped bruises left by your fist on my (otherwise infallible) canvas when I cowered in fear and embarrassment at your drunken rage, only you were drunk on my proclivity to flinch at the ghost of my father in your face. A din of crimson bone shatters the air, followed by my crackling shell, blank as your bleeding visage that lies mangled in a puddle of skin and sound with remnants of a sharp-toothed grin (your soul is my vessel and I will drink deep). © 2010 TheScreamingSadistAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2010 Last Updated on August 8, 2010 AuthorTheScreamingSadistElk's BloodAboutI don't know. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. And video games. more..Writing
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