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Hell hath no fury...

by Cymbre Dolphay

I'm calling gently to the tides
that move the oceans of your veins
asking each one to burst
and color my temple red

I'm tempting the breath
held hostage in your lungs
to leave you speechless
and dance among my chimes

I'm whispering to the bones
holding up your body
urging them to scatter themselves
like dust upon my winds

I'm reasoning with those oracles
that keep everything you see
to leave their sockets
and haunt the evening trees

I'm screaming at that beating
within your hollow affections
to break itself in pieces
and play my devoted acolyte

12/11/2003

Author's Note: Finish the title out and you will get a very accurate author's note about my feelings and reasons in this one.

Posted on 12/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/13/03 at 10:46 PM

kill him with a bloody knife...i will helps provide it.

Posted by Nicole Assenza on 05/01/06 at 06:58 PM

Kick him in the teeth.

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