His music.....
Held bound by his bulky arms,
Trapped between his muscular legs.
His arms moving musically,
Designing her body,
Engraving his marks on her skin,
Causing her to sing songs of terror,
Create waterfalls with her eyes,
Dance in a rhythm different from his,
Move left when he moved right.
His music increased tempo,
Her voice increased volume.
His designs, becoming more apparent.
His marks, tainting her already brown skin.
Her voice reduced to muffles.
But he didn't stop!
He drummed on her skin,
Turning her head into a drumstick,
Playing it repeatedly against the hard cemented floor,
Tightening his hold on her slender neck,
Her muffled sounds reduced to gasps,
Until she released her very last breath.
Satisfied now, the demon freed him.
His blind sight was soon restored.
He looked at her, flashes of recognition visiting his now pale eyes.
He remembered he had said his I dos with her.
He recalled his promise of forever, until Death did them part.
Not realising, He would be Death's employer.
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NESSA BENARD
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Woah.... This is some deep shit tho
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DeleteMy head ooo stop swelling 😂thank you!
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ReplyDeleteDaniel I just have to personally thank you for always commenting.....i really appreciate that!!!
DeleteNot a fan of poems like that but i love this...👌
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