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Dec 2017 · 1.1k
Starcrossed
Abbigail Nicole Dec 2017
prognosis: passive preoccupation
adulation of vacuous aversion
careless cupid, cleaving cardiac
to the closet consecrated

courtship of wedded hemlock
feasting on desolate devotion
ceremonious shedding of sacred tears
laced with lone loss
Oct 2017 · 235
Standard Issue
Abbigail Nicole Oct 2017
she’s beige, belonging to the tailor-made census censured for centuries.
you know, those clones clinging to a clue and cozying up to epicurean corpses.
bellisima encore, her with the eclipsing ego like some ill-conceived freudian offspring.
woman of gospel – preaching gore, gossip, guile – isle of iconic illusion.
Oct 2017 · 523
When Chopin Plays
Abbigail Nicole Oct 2017
ancient aches in chains
contained in the howls and hyacinth
the breast of syntonic refrain

halcyon honey hews sentience
with peals painting elysian fields
saturated in nocturnal opalescence

eclipse echoes along cathedral aisles
cleansing heathens in fifth progression
anointment of epiphany reconciled
May 2017 · 337
Femme Fatale
Abbigail Nicole May 2017
her marble features beckoned to be broken
seized by palms, sculpted to crack
jaded lips stained by cerise and bloodied causalities
parting in a feint fruition of compulsion
obsidian gaze, lidded regard of carnal inferno
tearing his pulse apart with egotistical teeth
bestowing the incorruptible mark of possession
upon his blindly bared throat
Apr 2017 · 308
Incapacitated
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
Infatuation took a hold of my hand,
And occupied the volume of my mind.
The gravitational pull, I couldn’t withstand,
So I succumbed to the strength of the bind.
Drowning in profound sentiment,
Engulfed in a captivating tide,
Basking in divine contentment,
Much more than a feeling when you're by my side.
Apr 2017 · 290
Falling
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
So this is how it feels.
Heart pounding at the slightest glance of your face.
In your presence, my pulse at an unsteady pace.  
Reminded of you at all times in every place.
Apr 2017 · 307
Ode to Summer
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
half empty, half full
cup runneth over.
campfire and lambs wool,
abounding moreover.
cloudy nights and coffee grind,
dominate my thoughts.
stargazing, mind-blazing
mid-afternoon plots.
flower picking, field wandering
wherever the wind may take us.
harmony humming and dream discussing,
off to faraway places.
Apr 2017 · 257
Week-long
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
vacuum the internal organs with the rest of her emotions, why don’t you?
feel free to do what you want with her heart, as it was voluntarily given
steal it, free it, throw it on the ground and stomp in accordance to its beat
“love me like the guillotine does a pulsing neck”
what is this some cult ritual or a valentine’s day charade?

driving down i-35 with night swim blaring so loud that her ear drums burst
would rather be deaf than forced to hear another boy’s silence
closing her eyes for a few seconds at a time
a whirlwind romance of seventy miles per hour and oncoming traffic

memories flash like a warning sign, find a replacement
black screen, white light, muffled voices that sound too dramatic
what once brought joy, now grates upon her shot nerves
a cruel irony reserved for her

blame it on the hormones, or that’s what she tells herself
tape your mouth to prevent outpour, organize thoughts to fake control
what ifs, what could have beens, if onlys piercing the barrier of sanity
sitting, searching, staring at the wall until her eyes blur the invisible lines
Apr 2017 · 561
Ares on the Battlefield
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
the dire debonair of the arena
feral fatalist fettered to insatiable throes
his triad of tenets: slit throats, slain soldiers, serial sin
ethos eternalised as a brothel of bodies

ballad of the battle
this altar of adrenalin, stilled at the shrill aria of blade
betrothal of shattered bones and faltered breath
frail life for a radiant death, liberation befallen

behold, birth bred on the front
heartbeat hell-bent for the taint of blood
tender thrall afresh, befit to bite
isolated inhale of desire, arise the hostile

lord of the lost
to dine on heroes, relish their finale
his alienation as a bane of fate
adrift in a red tide that threatens silent desolation
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Apr 2017 · 307
Hades Misunderstood
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
an outsider ousted
dethroned of dignity
deserted in ****** domain
amidst headstones, herds of harmonized hostages

subjugated to preside over terminus
dominate within an oasis of doom
an inmate of his own undesirable kingdom
inheritance corrupted, saturated in dissolution

cardiovascular induration
a swift digression toward dread
deadening demeanor, hounded by haunts
hindered honor, hardened mind

a glorious emergence, exploitation of plight
executor of terror, decree ablaze in misery
mordant sovereignty, empire of the slain
the corpse king basking in maligned adulation
Apr 2017 · 253
Loving Aphrodite
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
deigned delight entrapping the pliant lapdog
an altered ego detained in devoted denial
to dive in divine and loiter in her grave garden
groping golden hair, granite angel hailed, heaping heroine in vain
idolater in deliration, ardent driven danger

deepen the deterioration  
her deviation, groaning god to reviling devil

viper invigorated, oh revolt
appetite dripping in eager dread, dangling death rapt
deprivation tirade dilating pride
elevating elation, a railing riptide of toil
planting perdition into the gaping night
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Apr 2017 · 390
Hunting of Artemis
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
intimate game, aiming of the heart
the target thrumming thirst then a terminating surge
a snare that smites, ignites the muse
nature nursing rage, raising remains
a fine art form earning guts, hanging hares
remnants raining sanguine sienna

fanfare of horrors offsetting reform
moonrise mourning, murmurings of nature

unhinge the earth, anointed assassin
ushering the inhumane, staining the air
a heist that haunts
she, an intent instrument of the forest
heir of grim harmonies, rot is her ornate signature
a tormenting mirage, her transient reign of ruin
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Apr 2017 · 204
The Semblance of Eros
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
maiden mania arisen from cider coma and scion standards
an arcane demise disguised as a sacred fervor
to be heralded, worshipped in reverent *******
crowned in rancid radiance, adorned in dripping diadem of deception
a creed to cede rationality for abject amnesia

conquest of beguilement lauded as an archaic aphrodisiac
severing vitality, diagnoses of impalpable anemia
the seraphic serenade of drained sensibilities
insurmountable pandemic of the golden age

arson abloom, amber born of a faceless flame
cease the sane, feeble encore of choral chaos
bemoaning the heart, harlot of charm  
a descent into the depths of illusory projections
the gateway to a breathless romance
Apr 2017 · 481
Deflowering Persephone
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
helios shone on her
golden glories of girlhood
ripe flesh, rose-lipped grins
lingering odor of peonies
dowsed in foolish desire

god of greed, god of fire
god pondering feeling, lidded ire
deigned loner, prowling defiler
holier spire of gospel denier

leering siren song
fingers wed poison
groping seeds of peril
lips feed on endings edge
howling elegies, rendered sorrow
peregrine prisoner of noose region
wife of ego, gowned in gliding gore
renewed weeping, fowl whispers
singeing inferno flooding idle hope worn
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Apr 2017 · 267
Apollo of Nighttime
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
all hail the titan
angel of fate
pooling toga pale
glinting halo atop pagan palatine
a hamlet painting the path to toil
a potent poet plotting pillage
alimental tome, anthem to gleaming gain

halt the militant legion
a hint of mania agleam
hanging on the peal of alto
“go”

the felling of men
an intimate lagoon of finite flailing, impaling foe
foliage of pleas, foaming tint, flatline
a lethal game, an ****** of ego
hell on hilltop
fin

all hail the lion
agent of pitfall
ignite the flame of fame
phantom of heaping hate
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Apr 2017 · 302
The Delirium of Dionysus
Abbigail Nicole Apr 2017
enter the horde of idle hedonists
heroes slur disoriented erudition of histories
outsiders stride thru moonlit senility
foe to friend unite under mouthfuls of russet ***

ode to red
riddle riled riots
thrums of melodious lyres
sordid souls soothed, rosily smothered
the thunder of serotine desire resounds
sermonsised myths of lush ironies

elitism interlude
the host rules in definite dement
throne of flumed fortune
floods of dense ferment
series of sly smiles, seedy smolders
edified reins of unholy freedom
shrine to lurid stimuli of ruin
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