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esperanza079
esperanza079 A wannabe poet and tortured artist
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
9/5/20

a poem prompt given to me by two friends

the words are "fruit, season, and rot"

Still Life

Bones and silver dishes,

Bones and silver dishes, cloying wine and pomegranates,

Bones and silver dishes, cloying wine and pomegranates, sit in the darkness behind the curtains.

Biting into overripe fruit stolen from the garden,

Biting into overripe fruit stolen from the garden, the spoils of a loveless conquest,

Biting into overripe fruit stolen from the garden, the spoils of a loveless conquest, he relishes the ichor of lust.

Upon her neck,

Upon her neck, silken ivory within rosy innocence,

Upon her neck, silken ivory within rosy innocence, rubies bloom and petals fall in passionate agony.

In the moonlight,

In the moonlight, twisted in crimson and midnight blue,

In the moonlight, twisted in crimson and midnight blue, enveloped in gold and emerald,

In the moonlight, twisted in crimson and midnight blue, enveloped in gold and emerald, they writhe in silence.

Masked by romance,

Masked by romance, painted in a stagnant still life,

Masked by romance, painted in a stagnant still life, his is an appetite that cannot be sated.

One day,

One day, the taste will no longer satisfy,

One day, the taste will no longer satisfy, the aroma will no longer tantalize,

One day, the taste will no longer satisfy, the aroma will no longer tantalize, the season will be complete.

She will be discarded beyond the garden,

She will be discarded beyond the garden, devoured by rot and tragedy in the autumn orchard,

She will be discarded beyond the garden, devoured by rot and tragedy in the autumn orchard, awaiting the creeping frost.

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