viii.let go

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with her head nestled

pores tussled

"you're here" they crooned

light never taste so good

                         then it snapped, 

                                her head wrapped, "this must be bad"

  "let go! let go! you, i dont know"   her past spoke

                               

"do not fear nor be afraid, little Swella, be strong and of good courage"


                                   avalanche soothed

he spoke words she never knew

      as they bounced and ~b l e w~

                             her mind askew

   "what is it you require of me, to burn, to bleed...to sizzle your need?" 

                                              ....she winked...

she lacked dignity, gravity..stood brazen, defiant

              ...deliberately obstinate, impudent..

                               arousing lust...unstable...immodest...

it was expected, files flipped...it all pictured

                         -her adventure, usher, capture, torture-

                        punctured his compassionate structure       

                     -her turmoil, a grotesque gargoyle, parboil-

                      ruptured his will to lead her to restructure

"a spirit of harlotry has caused you to stray."  

             he up buoy 

                 "i will give you a heart of flesh and your stony heart i will throw away"

stubbornness blinked, familiarity sinked

he must want, 

                  fancy 

                       hanker

                           a l l  o f  m e

her mind, back in time, where life was but crime

        she slave, to save, what he gave

           but beast... 

 oh, beast! like a wave, craved, she concaved

                "i know you only seek to use...here, abuse...i have nothing to lose"

                                                     whispered her shattered pretense                                   

"behold what manner of love hath been bestowed on you. for i know the thoughts that i think toward you - thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."

                                               avalanche solemnly shred...

to her knees, teardrops revelled at his feet

              lavish fragrance, mahogany hair, 

                             surrender, heart lie bare 

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