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smoke curls from secondhand lips, that cupid's bow–
incendiary; punishing and pleasuring,
lacing oxygen with lust, pupils blown wide,
enticing me to break the
needy silence with wanton whispered pleas, yet i
choke them all down, desperate for his calloused grip to push me past the
edge, staining my slender neck in shades of blue as i free-fall into black.
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I've been missing the acrostic challenge and also wanting to work on more poetry for a collection, so this seemed like a natural pairing of inspiration and dedication (perseverance? practice? pain? lol).
Hopefully you enjoyed the silence while reading this one :)
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Comments (12)
Another amazing acrostic! "lacing oxygen with lust"...I loved this line so much! 😍
Dramatic and dark!! And very well done! Great acrostic!
Oh wow, I really loved the darkness you've portrayed here. So intense! Loved your Acrostic!
Lacy is right, this is noir poetry on the razor’s edge of life and death. Really well done, Heather!
Heather, this is the film noir of poetry. Superb!
You are remarkably good at acrostic poems. It's honestly amazing how well it flows!
I like the comparison of silence in a struggle with death.....This is how I interpreted it
Clever- I loved your choice of topic. Finding the boundary between being accommodating and meeting the need of companionship (and preservation of mental health) versus the need for other comforts in life (and preservation of physical health).
Drawn to the dark side, in a death-grip. Excellent.
Vivid awesomeness. Okay, a little dark too but still awesome work!
There ya go getting all dark again! Love it!
Spectacular!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕