Dancing to the Grave
A short poem inspired by Romeo and Juliet (we jsut finished reading it in class)
They spun around her,
Whispers careful, never too close.
Sweet words twisting into images,
Of deathly perfect days,
But the look in their eyes were of a ghost
Never too close is what they told themselves
A sick game is what they played,
Crafted ever so carefully,
Making sure it was nothing more.
Yet their heart longed,
They couldn't imagine a life without her
She dipped and laughed,
Pulling them a little closer
Words a sea of endless love confessions
She chased, they ran for both of their lives
She was innocent,
They had the world upon their shoulders
And yet, they danced together
Same body, same tune
Wax, they melted into each other
She fell, deeply
An inevitable curse to fall upon her
Their laughs were far too bright, too strong
She rushed into them
They should have tried harder
But, oh, it was so hard not to love
"I've danced this dance a million times over"
She her laugh was the smooth, soft rain
"Of course, you have, so have I. Everyday"
For she was the sun, they were the moon
And they understood all too well
"I danced this dance before poets rhymed"
Her eyes, bright lightning, sparking in interest
"I've met you, a different time, different place,
Thousands of times have a met you,
It ends the same every time"
Death is what they did not say,
The word lingered on their lips
She smiled and kissed lips
Until the word was no longer in memory
They danced with her, as one
Crimson blood leaked from their bodies,
Wilted roses were her cheeks
Death has their eyes
News called them modern day Romeo and Juliet
Oh, if only they knew
They were to live and dance, begrudgingly
She was to be born, she found them
Forever stuck into a loop of tragedy and woe
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tw: drugged sex
Push me down on the couch and pass me the bong. “I know you can take one more hit of it for mommy, can’t you?” And of course I do because what else am I supposed to do, I’m already fucked up, can’t see straight, can barely think. Slip your fingers into my underwear and feel my pussy, soaking wet, delirious. And then that laugh. “What a good pup, all ready to serve your owner, hm?” I moan, and a stab of arousal soaks me even more. “Just one more hit, I’m sure you can take that.” I don’t want to but I will. You spark the bowl for me, you don’t let me take out the piece until you’re satisfied that my hit is large enough. Control me like this. Seduce me like this. Drug me like this. And when we return to my room and my eyes are nothing but crescent moons, you will delve your fingers into my core, your free hand over my lips. Hushing me. Muzzling me. I’ll be too far gone to know what’s happening when you finally fuck me with your strap.
“What a good pup, just fade away and let me breed my mutt.”
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