Dirty Little Curls

The angels often make the sweetest devils; perhaps when they are fallen they'll forgive me.

Dirty little curls around a face, so doll-like,
whispering a name and words in mournful longing,
shattering the lie, illusion smashed and broke like porcelain,
skin, stained with sin and sweat and longing,
aren't you sweet, like sugar, beauty, sweetening
the cyanide and arsenic at your teaparties,
side-orders of opium or laudenum,
all washed down with an absinthe grin.

Killing you with kissing, kissing mayhap with
intent to kill? I think you might be right,
or rightly paranoid of my affections,
my petty jealousies, injustices and all-around,
insecurities. You must forgive me for those.
Or perhaps a punishment, slap on the wrist,
and flogging, never knew quite what hit me,
just broken dreams and broken hearts,
all buried in an empty bed with,
cigarette-butt gravestones and a church,
of soiled insomnia, all closed-up and,
abhored by neglected little angel girls,
and all their dirty little curls.

Reviews

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i love this:)

[Dianah]

Wonderful imagery painting dark,intense pictures. Great imagination. Nice to see laudenum and absinthe in a modern poem giving the impression of a bygone era.

[Sorry Infamous]

"cigarette-butt gravestones and a church,
of soiled insomnia," - I thought those lines brilliant.

[WildeWhore]

:) Sooooo it's a light erotica (right?), fusing visions of Victorian w****s, creepy little girls, and the emancipated angels of Satan... all slightly steamy and grimy.
Your words are inspired... I liked this, very much.

[Bachman]

I love it, it's amazing. You've got a way with words, you truly do.

[WriterMe]

This poem has so many meanings to it. You could think it through an innocent point of view of otherwise. I like what you had to portray. Meaningless love in all in raw, wrathful hate. Wonderful work.

[Chelsea]

I like this a lot ^o^ it's just too good for words!

[Last Lying Look]

This is too amazing.
These parts really wowed me;
"skin, stained with sin and sweat and longing,
aren't you sweet, like sugar, beauty, sweetening
the cyanide and arsenic at your teaparties,
side-orders of opium or laudenum,
all washed down with an absinthe grin."
and
"cigarette-butt gravestones and a church,
of soiled insomnia, all closed-up and,
abhored by neglected little angel girls,
and all their dirty little curls."
Just fantastic.
I'm envious. Excellent work!
-Elissa :)

[J Carly]

Simply, WOW. Forgive me for pointing this out, however, but you have a few typos that stand out. It happens to us all. But, all typos aside, this is really amazing. Each and every piece of yours I read tonight leaves me more than slightly further impressed. :)