Her ResponseA Poem by ElisaCome back to me...How selfish you are, you venomous slave! You would pierce yourself with enchanted needles while I await my home's destruction!? Would you fly to my side, forsaking your precious poisons, if enemy soldiers breached these walls? No -I mean- yes... Oh, of course you would... What have I done to you? My love, please forgive me. I thrash at your skin while you stand there corrupted and cursed. My heart aches for your deathly touch. I am enslaved to it. Without you here, the air is so thin I try to breathe in, and my lungs only fill with smoke. Come back to me, and inject me with the same cruel needles, so I can be joined to you in everything as I await the coming battle that I fear will never end.
© 2015 ElisaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorElisaLos Angeles, CAAboutHello everyone! I really appreciate you stopping by! I post new poems every Monday and Friday, so feel free to check them out and let me know what you think. Thank you so much, and have an awesome day.. more..Writing
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