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Tainted

by Max Bouillet

You drip like blood
into the water of my soul.
You taint
stain
and flood
until there is no water left
just dried blood
caked on a carcass
of dead flesh
and sunken eyes
that reflect ever-fading
images of you.

08/08/2004

Posted on 08/08/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 08/08/04 at 06:53 AM

Incredible imagery...sounds like the "ex from beyond hell"!

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/09/04 at 02:03 PM

this just gets underneath your skin and the raw imagery is so potent and effective...great job!

Posted by Laura Doom on 08/09/04 at 04:04 PM

Interesting, that "you drip 'like' blood" - lots of inferences there - and that the eyes merely reflect images...what manner of egocentric alien has the protagonist been consorting with? A somewhat Gothic feel to this - a plasma-curdling, intense read.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/13/04 at 12:39 AM

Hyperbole underscores the destructive nature of the relationship desribed. Stark, dark, deadly!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/16/04 at 01:20 PM

and even, such love in a decayed state is infinitely less malodorous than politics, which has the worm inborn and the outward appeareances of lady charm. your words speak truths and those will ne'er decay.

Posted by Lizz Scott on 09/24/04 at 03:56 AM

Beautifully dark, I like it! Imagery is awesome!!!

Posted by H.M Stevens on 05/25/06 at 11:21 PM

I'm feelin it... wonderfulness.

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