Dancing by knife point

by Mr. Darcy   Oct 3, 2017


In between elastic ticks,

Night time contorts this bed.

Smouldering its wicked wick,

On endless razor thread. . .

Manic curls a thinning smile,

Night's where he likes to dance;

It's death by breath, so salty vile. . .

Awake. . . I weep, upon his Lance.



Note: This is an acrostic form.



© 2017 - Mr. Darcy

* Thx Hellon, for the edits.


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  • 3 years ago

    by Emily Wacker

    Congratulations on the win! Well-deserved!

  • 3 years ago

    by Em

    Dancing by knife point by - Mr. Darcy points 10
    Mr Darcy has seemingly come back with a huge bang here he talks of the woes an insomniac goes through with such sass I'm sure many of us could have written it but I for one could not have written it better if I'd have tried. This resonates with my being a suffered myself and most likely many others here and I reckon it's because we're all creative and thoughts just go round and round our heads until we put pen to paper or in some cases fingers to keys

  • 3 years ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Well penned well deserved win

  • 3 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on this much deserved win Milly x

  • 3 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Congratulations, Mr. Darcy

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