<-A Poem by Patrick Davies<-One punctured, A tear falls from the other. A fluid gathers around the head Of the spike that slides - The spike that bled.
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Cannot move. The straps burn, the spike freezes. Each muscle gripped, you can only scream But the spike still slides - The spike that gleams.
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She sleeps now. The spike, pleased with its servant now. The spike, is not satisfied until He bows to the will Of the spike that slides -
The spike that kills. <- © 2009 Patrick Davies |
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Added on August 27, 2008 Last Updated on June 23, 2009 AuthorPatrick DaviesnoAboutTell you? About me? But what of the consequences? Oh God, the things they could do to my life if I handed it over... A background from which they could merge into the foreground - a window, an opening.. more..Writing
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