fingered fateA Poem by Alpriswindy thoughts are being fingered by faraway fates this book, it has been tortured by smears of neglect bending and turning what has been only recent me poor, mistreated, twisted me the book laughs at my life, as the scythe-bearer does a life as me, or my loved one, he asks i am the one who laughs; loved? i am hate warmed up the Devil shat me out and molded me to a cozy fire he penetrated me with easy nudge dripping with cold and harsh intentions, the stench it sails through the air and kisses the dust on the knife that shaped my clitoris to enjoy what i enjoy to enjoy what i endure this is who i will be and he leaves my fingered thoughts to be to be me and only me. © 2012 AlprisFeatured Review
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Added on August 13, 2012Last Updated on August 13, 2012 AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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