Crimson Flood

by Elizabeth Ann   Mar 17, 2005


When we unfold, the blackness of the night and swathing beauty’s wrested. Scales over masks our empathy for our deaths, enraptured in this drawn out sympathy because we subsist.

Our breath thus given unto thee by your obvious lust, and for our mystery reigns as well as you…of dream and fear and envy. Classic as irony clones, love and hate does want create need until you’re led.

A beggars shame, livid is our faith in our prey while our friendships last…backward as we thrust and betray as named, the survivor’s game. As lovers are so are we, when we bathe in crimson’s flood.

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Grim and wonderfully predatory! You put the image on the poem... very interesting image. Was that the inspiration?

  • 19 years ago

    by pinkalias

    I loved the contrasting symbols of "love and hate" set throughout the piece in a clashed view of dark beauty and hidden desires. I also loved the atmosphere that you created, a dark forbidden air that gave off the feeling of delighting in something wrong but powerful. The words themselves were impactful and darkly beautiful. I loved the lines,
    "Our breath thus given unto thee by your obvious lust, and for our mystery reigns as well as you…of dream and fear and envy. Classic as irony clones, love and hate does want create need until you’re led."
    Great job

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