Whipped Poem by Crimson Love
Whipped
Sell my soul,
for little less than free,
crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee,
Crimson drips from the gashes upon my back,
Losing sight.....vision is what I lack.
Fall asleep upon this Crimson drenched earth,
Forever to sleep, lets see what my soul is worth.
Harder she continues,
I fall to the ground,
Im at a loss for words, I cannot mumble a sound,
Pain consumes my insides,
Crawling within me,
I feel her presence,
harder she whips me,
pain embellished upon my body,
Not only my body drips crimson,
so do that of my bleeding words.
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5/5/2024 9:20:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Sell my soul, for little less than free, crack the whip, my skin is bare to thee, ' Out of all talented contemporary poets - every one picks some special topics. But your theme - death theme - romantic theme - creative theme - radical approach in your theme -- Hey I hail thee the best poetess in the theme..... Splendid run! I think you r living at your best in poetry! Kudos to you!