![]() Purple CarnageA Poem by April ChildSomewhere warm, outside under dancing lights and colour changing trees, hazel eyes met and the rest of the world became blurred, shot out of focus as pounding pulses matched beats and eyes and limbs locked as surely as if little ropes had been thrown from them to lassoo us together. For 3 days and nights we remained like this, our electro magnetic vibrations so intense that anyone inadvertently passing too close had an instant orgasm and staggered away in confusion while we remained in delicious oblivion, rendered incapable for this was as out of our control as having simultaneous nose bleeds, spurting and gushing all over us and everyone around us until the whole place looks like a crime scene, people slipping and tripping, smearing bloody hand prints on walls, floors, faces except it isn't red, its purple. Then the music ended and we went home. When I close my eyes I see your face as clear as if it's tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. Sometimes a smile is just a smile and other times its purple carnage. © 2011 April ChildFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 Author![]() April ChildUnited KingdomAboutI love words and I like to write poems. Sometimes words just come and I don't know where from but I write them down anyway. There's something very powerful in the written word. It shows you where y.. more..Writing
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