Adulteress

White roses are sent to the adulteress

Who spends each night in strangers’ arms.

By day she's cut down in social regress

Yet nightfall's mask reveals her charm

Which outshines the bruises left on her soul.

Inky shadows cling to her frame

As her double lives fight for full control;

One of innocence, one of shame.

Two entities erupt from her body

And she falls back onto the floor,

Bearing witness to her own undoing.

They will not be caged anymore.

They each take form and their horns interlock

And for a moment, time stands still.

Footsteps echo as she guardedly walks

To a mirror against the wall.

The shameful entity pins the other

And her eyes fall, remembering

That her only solace is night's cover.

She is free but still in hiding.

Her gaze shifts. The roses, gleaming pure white,

Begin to seep with crimson blood.

Only then does she acknowledge the knife

Clenched in her hand above the flood

And lodged deep inside her still beating chest.

Locking eyes with the fallen beast,

She lays her head upon its wounded breast

And they, together, cease to breathe.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh I always thought everyone has two or more what's called the best side of us to show..each even has some times of day to show to others..each has some special attitude that is thought to appeal best to others..lots of side,persons sides,different face to show weather it's night or day..the night in its calm ways has always appealed to me as best ,ha ha...
Sorry you had to end it that way..I never had anything against whatsoever. .
Loved this.

[Indra Neil]

intense and raw imagery with wonderfully crafted rhyme! a riveting write!

[misha]

Such a beautiful write. Very well written.

[Blogger]

Well done. I appreciate the word usage and seriousness of this topic. Most of your readers have strong opinions no doubt on this topic.

[MAC]

This is a classic love poem. Sparks once said (defending why in his love stories someone always died) that to the characters it was the ultimate form of love, to die for each other....therefor true love stories can have a sad ending to the reader but to the characters it may be bliss. Anyway, tis just me rambling. This is a wonderfully written poem!

[Courtney]

It's interesting that you say this because until this point I hadn't really even thought of this as a love poem! It's definitely an interesting (and pretty awesome) feeling for the writer to see a whole new take on their poem! Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[A. Amos]

Such a powerful subject! Your writing is so magnificently constructed.

[Courtney]

Thank you so much! I am glad you found it so "magnificent." :)

[A. Amos]

You have potential and will read more of your work...you're most welcome

[StrixNebulosa]

being your own demon... I find this to be the most vile of all... unforgiving, full of malice, just waiting for the right moment to be you...

[Courtney]

Thank you for reading and reviewing x

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This is dark and deep. The ending is really moving. Imagine two persons sharing a forbidden love, how hard it is to be in such situation...only to find death in the end.

Well-done!

[Courtney]

Thanks for reading and taking the time to review. xx I'm glad you could take something from it!

[Eagle Cruagh]

Starting in a critique of society, it becomes
terrible in intensity, building to a crescendo
of guilt and self deprecation to end in a sad,
sad message of death.
This is a profound expose
Thank you
----- Eagle Cruagh

[Courtney]

Thank you so much for taking the time to review this. I'm glad that you enjoyed this piece x

[Eagle Cruagh]

Your writing is a rare treat and an inspiration.
---- Eagle

[Courtney]

That means so much to hear, thank you. xx

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Yep you sure do pour emotion in a write :) well done Courtney:)

[Courtney]

Thanks so much :)

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Your very welcome:)