the gore

the gore

A Poem by wolfshrew

i am the shiver
i am falling through the cracks
you know i am your woman,
nothing more than a
body
body body
nothing more than that.

you are so magisterial
it is magical on my skin,
the next day when the
remnants show you win,
and I was searching for the
prowess only to see the
mirage where I mistook
my eyes of fate as
a smarter way to fall.

look at those creeping sneak previews,
did you hear the spoonerisms i couldn't yield?
the life was her rhizome of gore,
and when she left
the roots would sprout more.

© 2016 wolfshrew


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"I am the shiver" Lovely. I red this line and just fell in love with the poem already
beautiful. truly striking

Posted 15 Years Ago


lovely. very traditional sounding, which is a compliment by the way!

Posted 15 Years Ago


I was searching for the
prowess only to see the
mirage where I mistook
my eyes of fate as
a smarter way to fall.


dope dope dope dope dope...

Posted 15 Years Ago


nothing less than
brilliant
brilliant brilliant
nothing less than that.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on August 23, 2010
Last Updated on February 6, 2016

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wolfshrew
wolfshrew

Portland, IA



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