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the lady wore black
by Desdemona Sinestra
hey johnny cadillac
you better start dreamin up a cowboys epitaph right quick
cause come tomorrow
im headed your way
with my dress made of midnight
when youre all whiskey breathd
and pullin your bed sheets
right up to your gooseneck
ill appear with the oozing smile
of a botched abortion
and youre gonna know what ive come for
by the colors drippin down my chin
by the acids runnin from my guts and yellowin up my eyes
and theyre sure as shit gonna find you
theyll find you when i want them to
and hell
they could find me too
hot bothered and butchered
(once i move through your guts like a glacier
slowly lovingly
with the careful precision
of a death-browned polar bear maw)
theyll see your corpse when it dances
and theyre gonna say
just because it's twitchin
dont mean it aint dead
<3 desi darlin
09/30/2009 Posted on 09/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Desdemona Sinestra
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 10/01/09 at 01:03 AM this really held my attention, that's not something that happens a whole lot. i liked death browned polar bear maw, you don't hear about that ever. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 10/02/09 at 07:09 PM This is soo f$#king good. I'm screwed :0 |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 12/21/09 at 06:42 AM Haha. Good to have you back. The fangirl in me is happy again now. |
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