sin

i don't know.

Sin  is  her
Sinister smile
L o n g legs, black widow frame
But she'll crawl back to him every time
Forsaking all that remains of the shattered, hideous heart
He'll suck the poison out
Withdraw the candy venom from her veins
And leave her hollow.
The emptiness she feels is brief
In his arms she feels complete
And gripping hers he feels detestable
Because she is s i n.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I find that the male in this poem would be considered one who is insecure and desires a fix to exsist, one that is a renewable resource. While the woman is insecure and needs to have fix to bring her up to what she considers is normal.
Both sides of the equation are incomplete entities. Only in that repetitive short lived bonding moment, do they feel somewhat complete.

I loved the imagery on this one. It really makes the piece call out to be read and thought about. Great work!

Wolfie

[Samantha M. Tusspot]

Thank-you. :]

That's an interesting view on it. Truthfully I was never very sure what this was even about, like with many of my others. It's interesting to hear someone's perspective.

[Another Relic]

Sinfully good. Sounds like this vampire is not intrigued by his prey but needs her all the same.