Hello @ all!
I've been using the holidays to sort through the stacks of old note books I've created in the years of my life so far.
This poem stuck out to me, and I've always regretted not having a platform to share it. Well, now I've found a decent place (thanks steemit <3), so I hope some of you can take inspiration out of it. The particular note-book I found this in, was a travel-diary I kept while hitch-hiking through northern Europe. At the time I was haunted by visions and nightmares of something..let's just say, something nsfw.
I will probably find some other stuff I deem share-worthy, so make sure to check in later.
Oh wanton whore of Babylon
What fires have ye lit?
Oh bloody carcass of my youth,
My name is swollen wet and drips
Sweet seeds upon this barren thigh.
See the fever running high.
Trust the fate I've painted red
I fall into your silver bed,
To nourish on the broken flowers
You threw the mages out their towers.
Now they're singing in free fall:
"Oh sweet mother, bless us all!"
You are one and you are only
What my eyes can make of you.
You're so tall and you're so lonely
But your lies are always true.
Thanks for reading! I'd be honoured by any engagement with the text. Hope you have an illuminating Monday!