The Sweetest Sin

She lays,
her torn dress strewn across the wooden floor.
A passionate love takes a turn for the worse –
what brought her happiness
now sends her heart pummeling
into the dark abyss
of pain.

A beautiful gift,
consumed by the devil's masochism,
turned into a game of torture
and hurt.

Waterfalls flow,
forming the pool soaking through
her fluorescent garment.
Her life is shattered
within the course of a
few minutes.

Agony overwhelms her soul,
closing in on her stomach,
intertwining with both confusion
and destruction,
forming the acidic stake
tearing her heart open,
compassion pouring out for
her true love,
the one who completes her,
destroys her.

...

She's felt the torment of
the sweetest sin.



Poetry by lexie
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Written on 2009-07-06 at 06:23

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Purple Phoenix
Vivid images in my mind reading this. Loved your descriptions, well penned. "The one who completes her,
destroys her" could well have been the last lines.
2009-07-06