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Array ( [sid] => 172308 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Landscape Of Her Flesh [time] => 2012-05-02 01:42:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Landscape Of Her Flesh
Jumping to conclusions is what he did best
Always out to cause perpetual fear and unrest
He didn’t know as much as he thought
Figments of his imagination his driving force

Lashing out time and time again
These scenes were a great deal more violent when
fueled with some type of drug or alcohol
Beating her with loaded guns and thrusting them
into her mouth

Inflicting physical and mental injury that would
resonate a life time
A rainbow of bruises emerged each time, for all to see
of purple, black, yellow, red and blue, at times tinted
A grayish green

When silent infliction is what he most desired
he chose to use a knife instead of his fists
A blade could be stealthy and he liked that notion
especially when acting out the slicing motion
He was aroused at the sight of her blood flowing from
the wounds freshly created

Her flesh now engraved with all his rage, the bruises
faded the scars became the landscape of her flesh
making her wish she’d cease to exist

He spaced out his pulsation as to always have a story,
of how he came to her rescue and then reveled in all the glory [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 75 [informant] => drogedarain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
Landscape Of Her Flesh

Contributed by drogedarain on Wednesday, 2nd May 2012 @ 01:42:24 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished



Landscape Of Her Flesh
Jumping to conclusions is what he did best
Always out to cause perpetual fear and unrest
He didn’t know as much as he thought
Figments of his imagination his driving force

Lashing out time and time again
These scenes were a great deal more violent when
fueled with some type of drug or alcohol
Beating her with loaded guns and thrusting them
into her mouth

Inflicting physical and mental injury that would
resonate a life time
A rainbow of bruises emerged each time, for all to see
of purple, black, yellow, red and blue, at times tinted
A grayish green

When silent infliction is what he most desired
he chose to use a knife instead of his fists
A blade could be stealthy and he liked that notion
especially when acting out the slicing motion
He was aroused at the sight of her blood flowing from
the wounds freshly created

Her flesh now engraved with all his rage, the bruises
faded the scars became the landscape of her flesh
making her wish she’d cease to exist

He spaced out his pulsation as to always have a story,
of how he came to her rescue and then reveled in all the glory




Copyright © drogedarain ... [ 2012-05-02 01:42:24]
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Re: Landscape Of Her Flesh (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Wednesday, 2nd May 2012 @ 10:23:33 PM AEST
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I've seen more men like this in this world then I care to think about. They are worthless scum and nothing but little man-children who never learned anything besides that if you want something you beat everything up untill it is yours and is to afraid to leave you. Had an in-law like that actually. I put his worthless butt in prison for ten years. lol. 50 years less than he deserved but I take what I can get. Great work , people need to talk about this stuff more so that maybe we can start to change these kinds of situations. truly , doug


Re: Landscape Of Her Flesh (User Rating: 1 )
by Gladakkers on Thursday, 3rd May 2012 @ 02:30:51 AM AEST
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I love the images created here, like that scarred landscape. A nice poem, but too dark for my current mood. But that's how you wrote it off of you, I guess.

Greetings,
Jan




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