if i had one last moment, i’d rip open my chest, exposing the organ beneath, my pusher bloodied, beating, begging. such desperate flesh, calling out for one last touch. vessels intertwined with tissue would lose their way, disconnecting with the innate desire to snake around your form, twisting, twining, tying themselves together to rope you in, entrapping you once again. our lips would meet, and a simple whisper uttered, “sweeps have been long, yet an eternity ahead? i still cannot fathom . . . the horrific fate before me, the inevitability of solitude. yet i cannot have you, i cannot hold you, i cannot need you.” the words would leave my lips, final goodbyes left unsaid, for i cannot think to utter the words, but my pusher would still cling. the veins would hold you tight, selfish in their desire, until the tissue gives, abandoning the desolate cage, in favor of a deathly communion. #gore #horror #poetry #poem #freeformpoem #death #body-horror #metaphoric
"= i don't think you would do all that. ="
The poem is really nice! - I.. - I like the imagery >
thank you profor, i’ve said time and time again that a compliment from you is a particularly flattering one i’m glad that you’ve found this one interesting
Why wouldn't I? - it is nicely done >
i’m glad to see you found it as such to love is to consume and be consumed #gore metaphor (sometimes metaphoric lmfao)
Very cool! Reminds me of something Yuri would write! ^^