Bridesmaid of Sores

Crawling through alleys of garbage and sin

Yellow eyed gazing fine razor sharp thin

Looking for sinful little painted up w****s

Streetwalking temptress bridesmaid of sores

 

Blood lingerie on boney black splinters

Broken spine tortured body that withers

Death curses crawl from her festering sores

B***h patron saint of harlots and w****s

 

Pray to the wretched sick misstress decay

Black scab disease brothels of rotting bouquets

Queen of disease vessels Goddess of W****s

Streetwalking temptress bridesmaid of sores

 

W***e Goddess disease putrid agent of death

I pray I beseech with my very last breath

Send me another derelict drug addict w***e

Like so many sick Harlots you sent me before

 

Shooting black tar into strung out black arms

W***e Goddess instincts w***e Goddess charms

Strung out on mescaline and white roxi shards

Lost little girl the w***e Goddess discards

 

Screaming black harlot white into the night

Razor cut candy flesh by morning's pale light

Squeal for me bleed for me you sick little w***e

Streetwalking temptress Bridesmaid of sores

 

 

Reviews

[Castonovia]

Definititely got the creeeepy factor down pat, screams of serial killer meets the bubonic plague meets walking death, very dark and eerie write, I loved it :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you so much for reading my work Chelsea

[Craba]

Never heard of the song, But I love your write, it's quite brillant and flows so well. You are very poetic and creative. I enjoy your style. You're Awesome!!!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you so much for reading bridesmaid of sores. I have to work on these types harder than the funny ones so I don't do them to often. Funny's easy for me.

[Crazy Cat Man]

pretty disturbing piece from you. a great picture of dark story loved it

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanx.

[Kaylor Mason]

Cool. It strikes me the poem could also be about a sexually transmitted disease, like AIDS or Hepatitis B, as well as a serial killer

[Baby Ricochet]

THere's lots of references to the fear of contracting STD'S from a prostitute in this. One of my reviews from "The killer inside" suggested I develop the killer's character more. I though that was a great idea. What I was attemting to do with this poem was portray some of the killer's insanity/ neurosis/ relgious fervor to his own twisted idea of divinity. Not sure I succeeded but I do like this poem for it's creepy factor. Thanx for reading

[Heather]

Dark, I liked it, but didn't want to.. which made me like it more!

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx.

[Marie]

I laughed, I cried; it became a part of me...

[Baby Ricochet]

HA! These serial killer poems are kind of hard to write. This one was worked on over the course of a few days & it wasn't even the orginal idea. In contrast to poems like "Smart Phone" I wrote in less than an hour with little editing.

[Pax]

i haven't heard of that song..now this is getting darker in each sentence.. the repetition makes it like a chant or a song...that makes it scary...
great horrific tale..

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx. The song has a creepy repetitve line "Rosegarden funeral of sores" running through it & I know someone's going to point it out as the goth band Bauhaus populerized the song. It's a slow, creepy song though my poem is much darker

[That_Girl]

I really love how the first three stanzas as well as the last end with 'w***e(s)/sores". The repetition makes it a bit eery and I think it's fantastic. Well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx

[Tai Ryens]

Lovely addition to your series of serial killer poetry. I do feel you've improved since the last poem you wrote. Might I also add that you've a lovely choice in vocabulary.

[Baby Ricochet]

thanx