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Michael Apr 16
Not a fantasy.
It's reality.
Is it really
as we think it to be?
To me, what I see
and perceive,
isn't enough to
make me believe,
there's somethin' else
that's happening.
In my own world.
My own everything.
It's my own fantasy,
in my reality.
She had all of me

Completely consumed by her

There was nothing left
We met like souls long separated lived like lovers and made plans together for a future that we would never realize. Years later I wonder how her daughters are, who is she now, what mask does she ware, or did she finally become herself the one I met all those years ago.
LC Jan 1
fear is a tiny seed
planted in my lower belly.
the seed sprouts suddenly,
its roots extending toward my feet.
my thoughts are consumed by the seed,
which grows into a strong, sturdy tree
whose branches wrap around me,
paralyzing my whole being.
Caitlin Faykus Nov 2020
Ash
My body smells of ash
Because I one had this fire
That consumed me
And left nothing else
But ash
Nolan Willett Nov 2020
It’s when, to follow your dreams,
You give up everything,
And you, piece by piece, are consumed
‘Till you’re living in a nightmare
Hales Nov 2020
When you said you loved the darkness inside-
I never thought
Id watch
as
it
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You....
iiii ****...
Zack Ripley Sep 2020
Red cheeks.
Flaming heart.
Soul stains and rusts
As it's consumed by lust.
But not for you.
TS Lefort Jun 2020
When the glass runs empty,
When the bottle falls
And drops of life all are that's left,
The emptiness I consume
Betrays the man we best forget.

When all that pours is nothingness,
When the end is all that calls
And drinks the days I now forget,
The darkness I will choose
Hides this man and his regrets.

TS Lefort 2020
Sheila Greene May 2020
see crazy
in my eyes
on my skin
your blood
I wallow in.

hot body
rubbing mine so close
whispers come
crawling
"Don't touch."

our heat mingled
glistening dew
rolls
licked
intoxicating fever
consumes.

dripping lips
loves first kiss
or the last
swallowing in.

a womb
giving and taking away
wet
ready for the ****

© sd greene  8/14/17
I have lots of crazy in my eyes.  It stems from the desire to be consumed and the madness from within when you can not obtain it.
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