Interior Redesign

by Ben   Dec 7, 2017



This cacophony of thoughts
penetrate my core
(as I disembowel myself
on your thorn-clad
embrace) infecting
this already darkened
soul with delicious oblivion,
when velvet night brushes
fingers
along
my
spine,
skin blissfully crawls
as vestigial light
diminishes,

this baptism of dysphoria constrains
a love of the disposable,
meaningless provides the escape
of ill fated promises.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    You're spoiling us! Great write, but did you mean 'along', rather than 'alone'?
    A fantastic write about something being 'wrong but right' ;-)
    =^.^=

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben

      Thank you for the heads up on that Kitty I really appreciate it :)

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    Nicely put Ben. I really liked this a lot. Your use of language lent a beautiful visual.

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben

      Thanks Brenda i'm was trying to make them as vivid as possible :)

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    We used to have an extremely talented man on site who wrote this beautifully. Anyhow, that is another story and this and you are a welcome addition to pnq indeed.

    All the very best to you,

    Ben

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben

      Ben, you are too kind :)

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