Cursed Poem by cold september
Cursed
delicate
as a rice paper
I’m easily torn
wildly
as a cursed
devil
remains
are peeled off me
you entered me
impudently
grabbed my hips
enraged
calming me down
binding me up
in your arms
Come!
I beg you
to drag me
exhausted
under the waterfall
of falling drops
washing out
my essence
rescuing me
from perverse fate
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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4/26/2024 2:24:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'perverse fate' I llike that a lot