Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong language.
Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong sexual content.
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oozing, sliding
gently colliding
with mocha locks
claret melds to living flesh
a clotting mesh
on silken cloth
a solitary moth
cleaves for a while
neath the artist's smile
tainted silver clock
ticks in the distance
time no longer in existence
cold hard steel
makes her reel
feathers tickle her fancy
for him, its necromancy
under the glare
of a rose stare
clinging to the cloud of musk
the darkening dusk
lingers on letters cut
on the mangy slut
of a whore
I once screwed
on the floor
of a pit
hanging on the hook
of a thought
spiralling
from the stamen of a daisy
to the part that's crazy
deep
steep
within us all
creep
weep
before you fall
at the call
of your inner
bladewriter
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem using the title "Bladewriter" as a prompt. The poem can be of any style or length. What comes to mind when you think of that title? |
Author Notes
Rhyming free style poem (no set meter.)
Mostly metaphorical. Alluding to the many different scenarios we think up as writers, and, how sometimes, we (metaphorically) cut our own flesh just to see what it feels like, so we can describe it to others, so they can feel it.
[PLEASE NOTE: The order of chapters in this book will be rearranged when the book is complete.]
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