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maybe mayhem

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maybe you're amazed by mayhem.  sweet mayhem.

chaos colored lipstick screams, tumultuous as she licks her lips

a wild and tangled disarray, her hair - a disheveled decadent disorder

cascading down past swaying hips

rolling, undulating as she slips

her thoughts into your consciousness

ideas driven by desire insinuate, penetrate

intoxicate, obliterate but never deviate

her harmonies linger heavy like fog

causing havoc in her wake

and bedlam in her bed

her voice you cannot shake

once she's been inside your head

she comes on like high tide, carving her own shoreline where she pleases

she sings and the sailors fight to be the first overboard, to be swept away by her melodic maelstrom.

concerns are quickly curtailed and countered with concise and clever concoctions

calculated cunning and coquettish confusion

this commotion does nothing to assuage the devotion of all who come into her orbit.

when she is finished nothing will fill the holes that she has cleaved into your soul

empty tide-pools, dry and sun-bleached grey, waiting for the next wave to crash - any will do, any wetness to bring new life - to return effervescence

even briny or brackish water can cause those desolate and seemingly Sahara craters to appear smooth, shiny, slick, beautiful (almost)

even full of life (almost)

mesmerizing phosphorescence

iridescent illusions glittering in the moonlight

 but morning always comes too soon.

the sun's harsh and unforgiving light dries delusion's brief delight

her voice returns like a junkie's itch (if only you'd never met that bitch!)

echoing fragments of forgotten rhyme, pulling you back to her like some cruel gravity

her embrace reaches across the distance ignoring constructs of space (and time)

seductive tendrils caress the edges of your mind

enveloping you and rocking you like a needy child

she left a trail of words behind her like breadcrumbs

follow them if you must. they will lead you to her.

anarchy . chaos . pandemonium . uproar . turmoil . disarray . madness . confusion . trouble . disturbance . riot . temult . disorder . anarchy . destruction . violence . addiction . turbulance . affliction . craving . need . desire . dispair . devestation . downfall . delight . ecstacy . temptation . 

 

 

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Eiren Water

Sun 16th Jun 2019 10:59

Thank you, it's really just stream of consciousness for me so I am glad something in the brambles of my mind amuses. ❤

Devon Brock

Sun 16th Jun 2019 10:46

"she comes on like high tide, carving her own shoreline..." Amazing stuff. Fun to read aloud.

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