Suicide, Such A Womanly Word They shall find me dead.Suicide, Such A Womanly Word by ~sonicbutterfly
Another tragic Sylvia,
Another pale Virginia.
So delicately we all rest in our graves;
These shadows of men, fled from life
As a doe flees spindle-legged from a lion.
Only that we had a Samson to save us!
He in all his strength could hold my tongue.
We are but weaklings as lovers,
Breaking like little girls, sweet Russian dolls.
Only that he should kiss me into being,
And whisper flesh to my frail, effete verse,
Spill thick crimson on my pink watercolours.
I awoke in such a pleasant agony.
A burning poison! seductive and sympathetic
To a Juliet crass as I.
For the cold midday
I promise not a breath,
! I'm very thankful to her!
Sta.sh
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