A4
By Ed Crane
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I am your virgin whore
laying before you,
awaiting your desires.
Pick up your mighty sword.
Thrust it at my slender body.
Inject me with your dark liquid.
Stain me forever.
Do what you will.
Make me a beauty;
ugly monster;
object of hate;
Angel of Death.
I’ll be your plaything
used once and forgotten.
Discarded corpse,
nourishment for the flame.
But, you cannot break the spirit
created by Pharaohs.
I will rise again and again.
You think therefore I am.
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Loved this, Ed. Especially
Loved this, Ed. Especially liked the last line. Cleverly thought and worked.
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I liked the title, but it
I liked the title, but it also reminded me of the power/danger of words written down [Make me a beauty; ugly monster; object of hate; Angel of Death.] which, unless 'fed to the flame', can backfire, as proved by the impossibility of recalling the words sent out on the internet. Rhiannon
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Great metaphor, clever
Great metaphor, clever writing.
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Not sure how I missed this -
Not sure how I missed this - it's great!
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