Where did this come from?


Thief (Warning: content may be disturbing)


Your teeth draw blood from
once-pouty lips, eyes gaudy
with pain.

Connoisseur of pain, contrast,
ink and goth, the black-haired ones
serve you.

They envy me my pain,
the sightlessness of my eyes,
my tears.

You tied down my heart, nailed it
to my breast, where you can
find it.

I cannot feel the future, acutely.
I am cut off from what I believe is
my past.

Orgasm is your mistress, not
my love, certainly not the holes between
my legs.

Knives, rods and blood are of
one fraternity, a chromosomal bond
unto death.

You stole my nerves to call your own,
you stole my identity, innocence, words and
self respect.

You even stole the feelings from
my heart; but you cannot steal me
from myself.




Poetry by Arti
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Written on 2007-08-19 at 08:31

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Kathy Lockhart
Arti you have me sitting on the edge of my seat. This is outstanding however chilling it is. Where did it come from? Well, I say it comes from that marvelous mind of yours. Sometimes these things must come out. Well done!!
2007-08-19