Tanner Istace

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Static Shock 13 From My Asphyxiant - Poem by Tanner Istace

Her locks fall into all the proper places,
To drive me off the highest precipice.
Her lips consume me;
smother me.

That charming voice is so perfectly lady-like,
Her melody freezes me and seizes me firmly by the throat.
The skin is so white and smooth
that if you had touched it,
you would slip right off.

Every time I catch a glimpse her I desire to bolt,
but am stationary and stifled.

Static Shock

Her looks fall onto all the correct places,
to drop me into the deepest fucking abyss.
Her lips swallow me;
suffocate me.

That articulate voice is so perfectly lady-like,
Her music chills me, to the inner depths of my soul.
The skin is so red and soft
that if you had tasted it,
you would have internally combusted too.

Every time I see her I want to run,
but am frozen and asphyxiated.
She talks so much I want to
Suck a lemon…dry?
Or do I need her to do that?

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Topic(s) of this poem: addiction


Poet's Notes about The Poem

this is the final version of a poem I wrote in high school. since then have revised it a lot.

Comments about Static Shock 13 From My Asphyxiant by Tanner Istace

  • Mike Barrett (1/23/2014 11:59:00 AM)


    Interesting.....there's so much to lean in any given lifetime. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2016


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