MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

By lolitaelectric

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Riddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches More

Prelude: Maudlin Maws
1. Dare you try me
2. Capable beings practice death
3. The old boy's dead
4. I miss the medecine
5. Sixth stage of grief
6. I'd let myself love you if it wasn't for what he thaught me
7. My mother made me into a blade and asked me not to bleed
8. Dispatch of me lady, please
9. Full of myself
10. A renegade's sermon; articulated speech of duplicity
12. Springtime framehood
13. Silver is the mouthfeel of love
14. Brine made gods
15. He who fell for a girl's melody
16. If I dared
17. Wilting soundness was a crime made by Love
18. Knees in the dirt cannot stop the sweetest kiss of mortality
19. This desire is rubbing too much on my want to do anything else
20. The most gentle effect
21. Dog in resistance; not your girl
22. Archenemy of the father
23. Impostor
24. Forward, with the earlier days
25. This is no weakness but emotion
26. Mending thread
27. Ophidian
28. Oldest Hunger
29. Knight in love
30. If Jennifer's body was taken metaphorically
31. Attempt on redeeming a (my) home
32. Vengeance stands
33. Hystericus (of the womb)
34. Purgatory
35. At the eve of salvation it only took his daughter to smile back
36. Sharpshooter
37. Diagnosis
38. Leftover-lover
39. Arms for a jailbird
40. Mother-Daughter portrait
41. Gods' envy
42. Holding the horses for a conjuring
43. Weaving by the means of lack
44. They of me
45. One greater world with her own talon
46. Metamorphosis of a girl
47. Do you rivulet claret ? (dream inspired)
48. Usher me torshed colleen
49. Swan song
50. Reckoning of the saint who didn't wanna be
51. My own raft
52. Redeemed
53. Moving out/ unload me
54. I'll be right behind you !
55. Eyes inadequate
56. Motherly Elegy
57. Put me on...please
58. Deem us love, not the lords lowered and in the clouds
59. Upon the spells I sleep
60. Poetry...would you be enought to save me ?

11. Phantom

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By lolitaelectric

and I could hear him still
The soft fuzz of his sock padding the hardwood of the floor
Quiet like a phantom I might have imagined if was not for the nudging pressure on my neck
A silent tongue telling me come home with eatch stroke

21 October 2022

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