burdened
she floated, when found,
sea leveled in a bathtub
bound in toxins and gins
made of marble and
gash, wrists semi-thrashed
suicide blond,
gone, filthy girl, gone;
six brass plated slugs
tattooed against her breasts
but the one inked in her heart
was especially enslaved for him
when pressed, will bleed, sowing seeds
for she knew
how he fucking loved her
and how
he would carry her body
the way sinners
carried their sins ~
unconscious and
burdened
Great poem…you really tapped into this feeling and scene of a moment …it was conveyed very well.. Thanks :)
Ah, Philip, I am Honored.
~Devlin