Lost
vague shadows
moving
barely glimpsed
grey world
covered in dusted fog
no longer going forward
never going back
feet mired
tar like chains
wrapped
ankles tight
allowing
no escape
no loosening of ties
keeping
bound to ground
to unholy unions
blessed by the devil
cradled with lust
by angry men
stupid women
yearning for self to be free
lost
sold
one to the other
puppet
broken
gleaming madness
selected talons
eyes shimmering
hatred
deranged rage
hunting
coming
pacing
screams renting
come upon
broken cadavers
sated succubus
really
they should have listened…..
(to us)
©Oct. 9/20
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The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
wow, darkness is your forte lil sis. I love this! Powerful imagery xxx
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Thank you. I love being dark. Once the first bit came the rest flowed like no tomorrow. Just rushed out of me. I love those poems. 🤗🤗😘
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They are the best kind, you can tell you got lost inside your writing with this one. It’s connected and flows easily. xxx
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🤗🤗🤗🤗💜💜💜😘😘thank you. There are more brewing
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Looking forward to it🙏🙏
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You are channeling greatness
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Thank you so much. They are knocking harder and harder
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Ohhh how (gasp) wonderful!
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Dark is beautiful, beautiful poetry.
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Thank you so much. I love writing my Dark Ladies. They are certainly coming up with a lot of interesting scenarios of late. 😈😈🤓💜
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