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Array ( [sid] => 131924 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Virgin Molestation [time] => 2007-02-20 15:48:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My mind is a slaughterhouse of rotted degradation
Fly-nibbled like a corpse''s eyes,
Staring despondently into your malnutritioned heart...

Soiled hands wreak of children and sex,
Tar-covered innocence beneath jagged fingernails,
Crooked, child teeth sink into rubber bubblegum,
Weeping like dandelions of a crippled wish,
As tragedy fondles fetal self-worth…

A faceless parasite consumes my morality,
Acidic tongue leaving a trail of morbid obsession,
Smoldering wetness like a pubescent girl''s virginity,
A ripe fig of lust and humid deprivation,
Juices sweet like warm honey
Trickling into my hungry mouth…

Shrill cries of defiance castrate the air,
Clamoring in my veins like the perfect drug,
As I penetrate unborn sexuality…

(A/N: If I have offended anyone, I''m deeply sorry…) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Virgin Molestation

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Tuesday, 20th February 2007 @ 03:48:24 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

My mind is a slaughterhouse of rotted degradation
Fly-nibbled like a corpse''s eyes,
Staring despondently into your malnutritioned heart...

Soiled hands wreak of children and sex,
Tar-covered innocence beneath jagged fingernails,
Crooked, child teeth sink into rubber bubblegum,
Weeping like dandelions of a crippled wish,
As tragedy fondles fetal self-worth…

A faceless parasite consumes my morality,
Acidic tongue leaving a trail of morbid obsession,
Smoldering wetness like a pubescent girl''s virginity,
A ripe fig of lust and humid deprivation,
Juices sweet like warm honey
Trickling into my hungry mouth…

Shrill cries of defiance castrate the air,
Clamoring in my veins like the perfect drug,
As I penetrate unborn sexuality…

(A/N: If I have offended anyone, I''m deeply sorry…)

Copyright Â© FleurdeSang ... [ 2007-02-20 15:48:24]
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Re: Virgin Molestation (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Tuesday, 20th February 2007 @ 06:23:26 PM AEST
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this is a reality write.. a very well expressed one too.. so many children out there are being abused in a bad way and you expressed that well

vampyress jenni

Re: Virgin Molestation (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Tuesday, 20th February 2007 @ 07:46:41 PM AEST
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What a powerful gender bender that gets to the action then exploring it with a sensual whip flicking at the sore hard parts of transgression and violence. It is a bit sickly driven ripping at deeply held notions: how can anything unborn be so defined and violated. As an artist I can respect exploring any subject, this, however; also screams out for help as if your 'blood flower' is crying.

Blessings & Peace
Yangdantien

Re: Virgin Molestation (User Rating: 1 )
by SensitiveSoAbused on Saturday, 24th February 2007 @ 12:59:09 AM AEST
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This made my tummy go all in owie knots when I read it. It is very painful to read... because of both our experiences, we are one, thus our experiences as two are two in one and twice as damaging.

Yet with a unity such as ours, the resulting strength overpowers the increase in vulnerability...

This poem was so powerful not predominantly because of the subject matter, but of course, as is poetry, the words you have used to describe them sear my naked flesh...

Such images and so many of them consecutively leave no room for breath and existing air within writhing lungs is scorched with heat.

The most effective part of this poem is that the images are so very scattered and ambiguous; the reader cannot piece together a definite interpretation -- they are left unsure of what they read and imagined, unsure of what sorrow to accredit the author or subject, and a yearning believe that what they have envisioned is indeed inacurate.

I read this and I want you in my arms. I want the heat of your cheek against mine as I feel your eyes close and I am all you know...

Soiled hands wreak of children and sex...

Oh, how I wish I knew which way was up...

A ripe fig of lust and humid deprivation,
Juices sweet like warm honey
Trickling into my hungry mouth…

The images here are my favorite -- for anyone who has tasted warm honey or a fresh fig, it is such a sweet and beautiful thing... yet the beauty and desire expressed in those words are so bitterly preceeded the reader must almost reprimand themselves for enjoying them...

This poem tosses me to and fro like a corpse in a raging whitewater river flood...

Dios mio, te amo demasiado...

Please email me this poem, my sweet.

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