Torture Orchid.

Torture Orchid.

A Poem by laura hope
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I’m told to find beauty in everything. The simple things, in still life. So I look to the paper cuts and coffee stains, I am left to marvel at the juncture of this blood. this docile puddle seemingly clinging on to the surface of my skin and of the rust breathing through these antediluvian floors. Though my voice may shake, I will not collapse beneath your minimization. I will not
crumble upon your strong expectancy for me to oppress my fitted role as martyr.

The chosen preachers and the teachers, they tell a long tale of our savior and heroes. All emerging in only their most naked, vaporous of states. Out of reach but moralized strongly as our solace, I’d further imprison my quintessence within the thin veins of dead, arid leaves. So pry another free mind inward by your sect, and claim another pure innocent as one of your haunting wraith.

I am no stranger, but your bairn. I try not to bestow you bitterness and abatement, only the most feeble fidelity to free you from the interlacing entanglement. The unwillingly weaved mesh you have named your stronghold of shame. Be reposed upon the surface if your tall citadel to dream lucidly. Rest your head troubled one, take control within your mind and regain what you lack within the cruel confinement of your reality.

© 2011 laura hope


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most literate and excellent in style
the last line drove it home for me

like your style

Posted 13 Years Ago


The first part is quite lovely. The middle and last parts are somewhat confusing. Overall, it's a beautiful piece that points out the beauty and hope in everyday things.

Posted 13 Years Ago


your style of writting is like a letter to a friend. inviting and full of truth. i love that what you chose to find beauty in were not the ordinary but the things that sting and irritate us!

Posted 13 Years Ago


this docile puddle seemingly clinging on to the surface of my skin and of the rust breathing through these antediluvian floors. ~ love the depth of imagery within these words very dark and hauntingly beautiful. I noted you had edited this piece so thought I would give it a look, glad I did it is amazing. Keep em' coming

Posted 13 Years Ago



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