Fed upon your metaphors...A Poem by Frieda Ppoetry's sinful appetiteFed upon your metaphors like a zombie's lust for blood howl'd at the moon in your verbose verbiage's alliteration piece by piece, like Frankenstein's monster you conjur'd me whole sucked out the guts and laid me flat in ghostly passages twisted cravings dwelling 'tween light and darkness assimilated in your inky draft dancing amuck within your tangled webs just the other side of nightmare's exposure drinking in the sea of your heaving tidal steamers punch drunk in phantasmal's obsession high voltage flipped me over like an abstract Dali painting's w***e I come away ghastly satiated, macabre though it may seem thrills and spills in every tempting morsel of affecting poetry's sinful appetite
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Added on March 29, 2014Last Updated on March 30, 2014 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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