Category : Poems

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I Imagine what it would be like if I were to pour my love into a person. My love. A love  like the taste of a fresh cup of the reddest and sweetest wine, like the cool feel of silk against my skin.... For them to dismiss it as a certain type of foolishness; a mistake from my part, that I birthed by opening the doors of my heart.
My teeth would grind against each other.
My heart would ache... It would sting and protest.
My tears would flow and pour  like the excited and energetic water pouring out of  a tap with no levers to restrain it. It would fall away from the skin of my face as smooth silk falls from a head of hair.
My chest would heave with sorrow and Fury and discontent.
In my flesh... My blood would boil and rise, crashing over itself like waves in a boiling River.
My mind would torture me with regret, but I will not cry out.
Like Poseidon when he was punished for gifting fire to The human.
My regret would strike and cut me, as the whip the infernal goddess of vengeance used to whip Poseidon did.
And after all that....  What happens to me?
How would I heal?
That...I don't know.
I can imagine no more. No further.