harpy

tied to my breasts
is the anchor of discord --

i strike your heart with my blood-filled sword.

the song of my body
is a whore-siren, a bleeding harp

i pluck out your veins with my paws;
i finger the strings with my claws.

i am like the giant animal eye, an endless glare,
ripping open the cavity of your stare.

tied to my breasts
is the anchor of discord

i strike your heart with my blood-filled sword.

a body blinded by error,
hades seizes me with pleasure.



Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2010-04-15 at 04:38

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Rex Panthera
More interesting still! I'd like to have a quick peek inside that head of yours. I like the imagery in your work so far.
2011-02-18


nature
wow, enjoyed!!! nice one
2010-04-15