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    dots Submission Name: The Taste Of Irondots

    Author: Razor2TheRosary
    ASL Info:    24 - f - Philly
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 238/127/51
    Words: 219
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsThe Taste Of Irondots

    City lights resemble the chair you burned
    ten years ago when she was strapped to it,
    bound and gagged with a spark in her smile,
    and spring air is colder than usual.

    From behind this window, midnight looks still
    as black cars pass slowly in the distance
    like a funeral procession to Hell
    searching for the glow of a neon sign.

    God made voices only for screaming, but
    the sound of hers will not leave you alone.
    Innocence has been out of style since
    the last crow summoned the first puncture wound.

    Eyes that used to be streaked with shades of red
    have both become ashes in the corner.
    Sins were almost pure and forgivable,
    but now they just summon the wrath of God.

    The scent of her stale perfume spins throughout
    the room, or maybe only through your mind.
    You can still taste the iron in her blood
    which haunts the depths of your esophagus.

    Images of stapled lips blur your view,
    flashing rapidly as you suffocate
    while pacing back and forth, trying to breathe,
    but toxic guilt will follow you to death.

    Sunrise resembles the cross that you burned
    above her head as a symbol of hope,
    but love has always slept in a casket,
    and it's bones cannot be resurrected.

    Submitted on 2008-05-07 03:29:28     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Insane! This is a pure expression of bile and all the chunks floating in it, a gory revelation of the corridors of insanity that plague you trains. This was beautiful in its stark embrace. A joyous death released from your bleeding mind. I am still inspired to write as dark as you do but alas it evades me still, it is as if i cannot summon up a strong enough demon to press my heart so the poison can seep out. I loved this. Thanks for sharing.


    | Posted on 2009-09-22 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      You creepy weird person lol I dont know what to say to this one. I wish i could say its awful or whatever just so my comments can start to sound different (I'm running out of compliments - or is that a compliment in itself?) Anyhoo good job Nikki I just love how dark you are,

    Youre so midnight,
    | Posted on 2008-05-11 00:00:00 | by Flowerinbloom | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh, wow, i'm speechless. this was really good. I, wow, i can't even try to critique this right now, i'll come back and comment.

    | Posted on 2008-05-07 00:00:00 | by daughterofdeath | [ Reply to This ]

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