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Apr 2010
my love is like...
        the sea,
                during a tumultuous storm
                capturing innocent victims
                dragging them down in its fury
                and conquering them in the end.

my love is like...
        knives,
                long and sharp
                being thrown simultaneously
                at one lone target
                piercing it through
                so that it never can be used again.

my love is like...
        the bite of a venomous snake,
                sinking its fangs
                into unsuspecting prey
                paralyzing them into helplessness
                and then mercilessly
                swallowing them whole.

my love is like...
        a bottomless abyss,
                into which stumble the lost
                and once realizing their mistake
                they find it is too late
                for they are destined to be
                forever falling
                to their death.
September 1997
Written by
Helen McKean  41/Cisgender Female/Philadelphia, PA
(41/Cisgender Female/Philadelphia, PA)   
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