as death becomes her

by Unknown

May 2015 727 Views 9 comments

as death becomes her

Author: Unknown

The way her flowing blood
Dribbled down her slender neck
Painting blackness in between
Both her naked breasts

The way her glassy eyes
reflected the moons light
And smiled up at him
As if they still held life

The way her whispered voice
Seemed to echo still
His name in lustful tones
And of the love he instilled

Made him want to kill her more....

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Posted: May 2015

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trurorobAlicante, Valencia SpainMay 17, 2015

Like your style and welcome to the corner, but I advise you read the rules first especially regarding "flooding" the board.
You get more comments by posting less.
Rob

BludylaskyOPPaynesville, Victoria AustraliaMay 17, 2015

Thanks rob, I've read the rules, though didn't realize 4 poems was a flood. Oops. Sorry. Also, though they are nice to get, I'm not posting for comments. :)

trurorobAlicante, Valencia SpainMay 17, 2015

No problemo, not sure it is myself just wanted to bring it to your attention n case like some have dome before just post on and on.
Comments give us encouragement and good poetry should be appreciated.
Agree with you we write for ourselves, but it is nice that others at time appreciate the effort.
Keep going you write well and once again, welcome.
Rob

mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin USAMay 17, 2015

I think of Paul Mooney's comedy in this write. What do the movies say? Kill the white woman. If fact kill about 50 of them. There is a website called rotten.com There is a picture of a dead woman in it.

BludylaskyOPPaynesville, Victoria AustraliaMay 17, 2015

Haha charming! Thanks for reading :)

peachmelbawexford, Wexford IrelandMay 18, 2015

Your poems are brilliant they really are ,,they dark but quirky ,,liked them all and bumble bee I'm still laughing in a good way,

You have such a way with words young lady,

Fair play to you,

.

Be proud ,

peachmelbawexford, Wexford IrelandMay 18, 2015

Well death becomes her very dark ii had visions of it ,

Ahhhhn.

When I read her glassy eyes smiled up at him etc but she was dead .

You are a poet all right,

, I shouldn't laugh at the horror of what became her but it just brill ,

My sis would love them ,she write dark sometimes and paints it in her quirky way,