Race You

Winner gets the truth

I know your hiding from me.
Damn naked fool.
The thrashes on your body are staring at me
with perilous eyes and I, not knowing
whether to fill their desire, or let them control
you. They will control you.

I knew it was you,
within the time I had to think, not that I had much.
The clocked stroked midnight, the fairytale is over
and you've locked me in that box putting the
situation in a further degree of complete and total...
Anguish.
You did this to me, you know. And I didn't just
fall for it this time because you see, I've been down that
road, and I know the outcome at the end. I know
what it does to me. And although sometimes you
think you've caught me in that quicksand of your
trust, I grow wings and fly off within that very
instance. Yet you shouldn't sulk you know. I
always fly back, and every time I do, I come back
slightly more vigilant for that quicksand, and have
also created safety bars, just in case my wings are
young and naive and may not be willing to turn
and run. But I am willing to proceed with your
desire craving thrashes, so don't worry, this time
I've come prepared.

Author's Note

I'm bringing flowers with me.

Reviews

[Pink Poison]

I like this...I can relate. You go back willingly to a situation you know is quicksand for you, but you DO grow wings and you CAN escape and every single time, you are that much more prepared. You get out when you're finally ready, is what I have discovered. I like the line "The clock stroked midnight, the fairytale is over." It sounds intimate & somehow sexual...like the clock is literally stroking Midnight. The whole poem is very deep and powerful.

[robin]

why whosoever on this earth would crave a thrashing from you...then again it's a brilliant idea!!! No, wellllll...
A very intriguing poem. And quite scintillating too, you should write some horror screenplays!