Dark Poetry Thread

todski28 said:

have you seen his scars
the ones the run up his arms
he smiles says all the right things
full of charm and vigour
but have you seen his scars
uniform and linear
measured and weighed
played out in perfect lines that track
through his muscles, tussles of hair
that don't grow there,
Have you seen his scars
the ones he wrote there
personal portrait
to remind himself that life isn't always
this damn good, that pain is grounding
and the feel of piercing steel
is as close to home as holding her
in his arms and the rush....

have you seen his scars
faded now but you gotta wonder
how long before the cravings return

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Neonurotic said:

Tête Fromagée

Under the peas, chocolate gelato,
and french fries is her delectable meat.
It is packaged in white paper
devoid of blood, hung from
medial malleoulus and fibula
frozen until Labor Day for an annual
barbecue. The thighs marinade in
limes, soy sauce, garlic and honey
while the breast seasoned
for jambalaya. The rump
roasted with a spicy rub, a perfect
blend to melt in your mouth
along with fried green tomatoes.

The head

well that, she can't give it
but I'll have her on a cracker
spread with jalapeno jelly
so she can burn me one last
time from lips to tail.

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butters said:

i can taste the iron, the steel's welcome bite - powerful powerful powerful stuff


so she can burn me one last time

ho-ho-ho-hot!

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