Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click herePieces of last night's showdown,
shards, shackles,
shame piled in pathetic corner stacks
in last night's showroom.
We kneel sore
to trace fingertips
in glass dust and fragmented memories,
burned Cellophane frames projecting
a hint of record through
blackened bubbles.
Who were you yesterday?
The elusive muse
descended from beckoning heavens?
An acid leaf on my tongue?
Maybe just flesh,
as if that wouldn't explode my shelter as well.
We kneel bruised
to the stale air, the soot
sunk through wallpaper
thin safety.
Enough then, but fragile now.
And micro cuts communicate
as sharp as invasion once hollered.
I hear the hand you jerk back,
the intake of breath
through clenched teeth,
and yes, I skip a beat.
walking through the hallways of poetry where words grab from the walls and scream from the shadows. This work is a journey I appreciate. I am not so gifted a poet to grade those of others, but if I were, five stars is not sufficient.
to be savored as other PC's mentioned. One read through isnt enough. Great job, Liar, however...how could we expect any less from you
v~
It's funny how different words mean different things to different people. The BDSM went right over my head until I read the other PCs. :) The poem reads more as a fragmented relationship metaphor to me, but all the same, it's very powerful and evokes a sort of breathless melancholy. Well done.
While others reading this may have sensed dark and macabre elements, I felt this poem eluded to a fully blown out BDSM scene. Either or neither way, it was an excellently written poem. Be proud of this one!
Vixxx
kind of creepy, but morbidly interesting! I think it would read better without repeating "last night's" in the first stanza.