She.

A Poem by SuicidePact.

She really looks like death, her eyes a vortex waiting for you to fall into the trap.

Don’t look into them; you may never be the same.

Don’t look into them; avoid your own personal doom.

She’s like a cat waiting for the perfect time to pounce,

She’s an animal, a beast inside a mask.

She’s a danger to your soul; she’s a danger to us all.

Don’t fall for her mind tricks; ignore what escapes those devil lips.

You’d better run, you’d better hide, before she gets you, before she unleashes her inner being.

Before it’s too late, before no one there to hear you scream.

© 2012 SuicidePact.

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Eleanor

Wow. This is great. I loved it.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Allan Eddings

As the Marquis de Sade says, dear Wendy Seames Garner, "sex without pain is like food without taste." I cannot say I agree entirely with his assessment though there is an underlying truth to it. This piece identifies this 'woman', this 'she' as a criminal and in doing so acknowledges crime is the soul of lust. Here is where the Marquis and I overlap our views from time to time, it is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of debauchery. The notion of partaking in that forbidden fruit and evil act, is so illicit and so powerful that we can only surrender to our passions - or deny them if you must, personally I find surrender more pleasurable.

This is a nice poem, it has good structure and solid rhythm and as with all your pieces is honest and heartfelt. You do not play with the amorphous world of dreams or other byways of the psyche, you write from what you have seen and always, I think anyway, with the intent to imbue some morality into your works. While being personally absent morals - I prefer integrity over morality - I still admire the fact that you are consistent in such things and that you manage to do so with aplomb in all your work.

Well done,
A.E.