gothic

a little festive piece

 

 

sullen the gothic girl

her angry eye shadow accented hollow caves

with a cotton pale face brighter by the blood rose lips of silent pleas'

 

"I hear you"

my petrified doll of porcelain

you've calmly retreated behind the display case of those waterfall eyes

 

I wonder by this crying candle

(the one that showed you in a warm blinking dawn)

Does Death dress this sexy?

would that robe of matted cloth mail ever comfort you?

 

"come dear child"

to my utopia

hold onto my waxy stained flesh

this torture I welcome to hear you

 

come and reach your tongue into my clam's chest

and hold the pearl of my heart

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

come and reach your tongue into my clam's chest

and hold the pearl of my heart


mmmm that line.. that line is the perfect one.. gosh to have someone say that to me (as the reader lol) *swoooon*

excellent excellent write

[Laoidhigh Uilleag]

Wow! EXCELLENT Imagery in this! Its just the right size, and you packed it all into a small box, which is perfect! Thanks for submitting to my contest!

[Seriana]

Periac!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG I LOVE this!!! Well now, all those quiet nights sure produced lovely inspirations, did they not? ;) And, might I add this is THE perfect title!!! Finally one that matches!!! You rock, fellow writer of the night!! LOVE THIS!