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[sid] => 153580
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Pyre
[time] => 2009-09-24 04:33:04
[hometext] => Just some dark fictionate thoughts.
[bodytext] => Droning with indifference and fallacy, she marched, toting banners of hate adorned with my fecal-smeared face, Laughing, thinking weakness my boon, passing puss off as truth. I sprung the vacuum pyre, an infernal pit of absolution, special madness cultured, crafted to her silhouette. Blind to this she leapt. Abstinence wasn't in season. Inevatibility beared no masks. I glimpsed in approval as her face cracking with fear, assembled to hate. It flew by like a murder of crows vortexed to execution. Her rage so intoxicating, fiddled my emotions. I almost leaked saline. Oh how her nails creaked backwards, liberated of their fleshy anchors, popping free one a turn. Her actions feeble and crispy, trying to ascend molten jaggedness. Flailing mass in rapid decline. A soothing cacophony, crackles and wails, formed the music as I gazed into the glowing abyss to admire her waltzing with death, her beauty escalating with each tread. Darting motions quiet down, indicating timely applause. Savoury sensations of ash cuddled my nasal orifices, groping with scathing embraces as I inhaled her charred essence, holding each breath prisoner. Her demise, orgasmic. She would have felt the same... -Svw [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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