Blush...
I adore sunsets most
especially when they bleed,
colors running rampant
emotions on the feed.
when I am on the prowl
when I am on the hunt,
after years of practice
my tools will not blunt.
sometimes my knife is best
for a quick and easy kill
letting her see the blade first,
gives me a profound thrill.
my hands upon her throat
causes a pretty rosy flush
my excitement will always rise,
when I can manipulate her blush.
now be it known from here to there
I loved her hard, I loved her well.
I held her secrets close to my chest
not a one of these did I ever tell.
I like to sustain the moment of terror,
gazing deep into her widened eyes
it is better than a hit of meth
just imagine her surprise.
after her soul had departed
she lay seemingly in sweet repose.
the only question to remain
is the body where to dispose?
Comments
Sis,
a bleeding sunset must be about as nature themed as eddy will get!!
It reads like the opening chapter to novel that I would definitely read. The novel I am imagining would actually lead up to this moment.
How you slide into the eddy alter-ego & become a poet from a different perspective to Candlewitch amazes me.
Regards
One
hello One,
what amazes me is that you can see the duality and the differences between Cat and me. thank you, One. I'd like to see what you could do with you duality ;
ever, eddy
*hugs, Cat
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The placement...
of your sections are fine.
I like your title; it is in keeping with the theme.
Your language use is great, plain without big noise.
The pacing is very good, the theme is one that is very familiar in eddy's writing
Only one place I would change, since you used [sweet] in the previous line, I would change
the following line to: is where the body to dispose?
Use or discard my opinions and comments as you will. ~ Geez.
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thanks, Geez,
for the advice which is always welcome to me. I think it reads better now.
ever, eddy
Too many...
where, where you changed where. ~ Hugs, Geez.
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hey Geez,
thanks again