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trick the enemy

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Published: Sep 11, 2012

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Literature Text

tip it, splurge all over
saliva secreting the metal wombs
and tiny cries prickle the calm…
natural, everything resembles
a mere clasp on surreal temptations.
twist, they're gone!—no more snakes.
lust trickles along his tongue,
and he whispers, "I am a woman"
but his lie—oh his cruelty!—buries in the folds.
shunned, hated—relinquished of their swords
but the enemy has many weapons, pointing to your calves.
fall, all most collapse and bow to the roots;
tradition seeks its pedestal—a mutinous chorus raises defence
smile, slither the coral curve—
"quite delicious, your spectacle is",
and her grin colours in manifesting delight
because it's not a battle—it's war!
rage is a benevolent friend
hope is a poisonous trick and he cackles,
but we fight; every soldier must kneel
before defeat.
victory clasps trembling pointers,
soothing burns.
no sight—no end,
but triumphed thoughts pool resistance.
growth is our ally; spurn your teeth!
we win, sir. we win tonight.

"Did you just fuck me with words? I feel very satisfied right now."

I wrote this poem at work, after usurping my fingers to the pen's commands. My room-mate particularly enjoyed this poem, as you may note from her quote above this little spiel. I'm not going to reveal the topic, but if anyone can guess, I will shower you with luff~

also, bonus haiku:

ichigo

seeds grin, engraved, crisp
on the ruby coat wrapping
around pink shoulders.