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The unholy Dark

I was stunned, could not move
I was held by the hands of dark.
Swaddled by the caress,
I was breathing in the dark. 

I was headed for my aim.
Anger, expectations alike.
Despite knowing all the truth
I could only move forward.

He grabbed me in his embrace.
I thought the mind felt clearer.
It needed a pamper, wherever it got.
The hug was tightening nevertheless. 

Suddenly they cracked. The ribs. Then
My neck snapped, popped my veins.
Brain shattered. The pain unbearable.
Of course imagine the bloodshed. 

I sublimated. The bones and veins
Scorched. Like the way I effervesced
I re-emerged. First a spectre
then the solid mortal I was. 

Is it better do you know?
But, it was not the end I knew.
You are my master, unholy one,
Let me slip away to rise on my own.
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  1. NateApril 3, 2019 at 3:34 AM

    The stanza that begins with ribs cracking is very powerful. A lot of sensory imagery helped bring me into the moment. And the suggestion to imagine the bloodshed made me do exactly that.

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  2. AshaApril 4, 2019 at 11:51 PM

    You have some quite vivid (and gory!) imagery here. It was a good way to really draw the reader in and make the scene more visceral.

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  3. LaissezFaireApril 5, 2019 at 6:36 AM

    This was delightful (in that horror way): The bones and veins
    Scorched

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  4. Srivalli RekhaApril 5, 2019 at 9:50 AM

    Wow! Such strong imagery!

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