The Corruption Poem by Laura Russell

The Corruption - Part I

On the cusp of purity sits this child of fading white
Perched upon the falling pinnacle of innocence
She is staring into the hidden mouth of a nether world,
Unknowingly sinking into corruption.

Deep red like an ocean of blood
Densely scented like a sea of lust
Thickly laced with invisible pollution,
Crimson skin; an enchanted fruit.

Fallen from the tree of temptation
The white skinned girl drops to her knees,
The fruit is alluring, she craves it as air
And clutches to her chest the heavy beating of her heart.

Pupils dilate as the fruit draws closer
Binding the child in its enthraling scent.
Lips part to recieve corruptions juices
Like the soft comfort of flowing mother's milk.



The Corruption - Part II

Teeth untouched by tooth fae pierce apple flesh.
Darkly delicious delight floods into the mouth of the girl, mixing with virgin saliva.
A crescendo of pleasure dances dramaticly upon lips and tounge
Tempting her to want more, more, more.

Viciously eloquent, the death apple pours dark poison down the throat of distorted perfection
Seeping into her cells and molecules like the sap of deadly nightshade.
Desire - as a weapon, pierces her veins and seeps through to flow as one with blood.
She is of black heart and open eyes now that the poison is within.

Amidst the chaos of death she manages a prayer for the child exhaled,
But the obsessive art of seduction preys upon her plea in the form of thorned hands, and broken skin.
Drunk on rebelion the girl of before is no longer, the trangression took her within to smother and twist
To spill into the oblivion of artful existance.

Eden spits out the woman as sin has overcome the child
And she is drunk on the venom of the apple's death bite,
Sinking longer into the exhaltation of the aftermath of her inevitable corruption
Looking backwards with unlocked eyes to see the infinity of mortality.


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