Beat away at breast;
a lie of love grown to lust,
grown repulsive,
‘Whisper who we were,’
rose water, a shadow symphony
drunk on a dream,
smooth shot to sordid,
bitter chocolate screams
beneath the sweaty skin
of a summer storm.
All words by Damien B. Donnelly
Inspired by the magnetic poetry oracle
merrildsmith
+-kl[,. My cat typed that–apparently a coded message to the Oracle, who seems to have had a bad day.
deuxiemepeau
I agreee with your cat!
merrildsmith
🙂
memadtwo
This one is intense…(K)
deuxiemepeau
Thanks Kerfe, It’s how the oracle sees it