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




  1. Great poem…you really tapped into this feeling and scene of a moment …it was conveyed very well.. Thanks :)

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