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Too Late

by *ghostlove

It's too late, buddy. Your attempts at appeasement
on this post-fuck armchair have long since lost their strength.
It's too late for sweet words and oh-so-fucking soft kisses -
     too late for you to try to win this oh-so-dirty fight.
You thought you'd won -
                                I thought you'd won.
We both saw predator and prey and knew which we were,
  and I was falling for your flights of fancy, succumbing
to your every sensual desire, seeing situations
  where I was yours completely; I saw myself fading.

I was your possession, not even a person, a plaything.
My cunt was a cup from which you supped at will
  and hid in a cupboard when you had visitors, ashamed.

You were not expecting my ascension. I spent so long
trying to please you here -
                                   on my back, as I was used by you
for every sordid fucking pleasure which caught your whim -

You were not expecting your toy, your breathing doll
  to speak, to have a mind. I caught you off-guard.
It's too late, buddy. Your pussy-on-demand has a voice

and it has teeth -
                          and the next time you dare to come near

it will bite.
:iconghostlove:
03.03.08 - D'awwww. Thanks to ^StJoan and *ThornyEnglishRose for the DD. :aww:
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When I was sent this piece my first reaction was: Panties, need new ones. ThornyEnglishRose says: Too Late by =ghostlove is quite possibly the angriest poem I have found on dA thus far. Every word is injected with venom that only adds to the poetic excellence. ( Suggested by *ThornyEnglishRose and Featured by `StJoan )

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~18yrold Mar 10, 2008
Fav'ed, because I love it.

But there is something about the lines:
"and it has teeth -
and the next time you dare to come near

it will bite."
that I just do not like. It jus tmakes me think of the over-used meme Toothy Vagina. I was thinking something along the lines of:
And it has power
and the next time you dare to come near

But that doesn't work, I don't know, it's just them lines, the rest is so hard to critique it's unbelievable. Beautiful work.
It will weild it.

--
I write.
Because I can't draw for shit.
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*ghostlove Mar 10, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
I was kind of thinking of the vagina dentata myth at the time. :)

--
Ghostlove | Flickr | LiveJournal | Shut Up, Sit Down
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~areasonforyou Mar 4, 2008
Holy fuck. This is so powerful. I love this, it pretty much sums up how I felt when I got out of my abusive relationship. This is so so amazing.

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When you go home, tell them of us and say: "For your tomorrow, We gave our today."
- Epitaph on 2nd division memorial in Kobima, Burma. 1944.
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~deliciouschaos Mar 4, 2008
awesome.

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Simple, yet effective, Dr. Einstein..
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~YumeAkuma Mar 3, 2008
Wow, that's...almost scary. I wouldn't want to be whoever the narrator is mad at, I really wouldn't. Well done, love your word choices, usually Im not the one for a lot of vulgar vocabulary because I think there are better ways to show anger and other emotions, but this is so right and it fits and works so well. Congrats on the DD! :D

--
Sushi -
a gathering of many
pulling a disappearing act
~Yume
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~UncleGran-Gran Mar 3, 2008
:highfive:

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"There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2020, there should be a large elderly population with perky breasts and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them."
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~mercury-yume Mar 3, 2008
there is so much pride in the voice, it's great.

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"The goblins have forty-two different words for 'ow'" - Detonate
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~AllTheSame Mar 3, 2008  Student General Artist
Yikes, lol. Your icon is such a stark contrast.

A very barbed wake-up call. It captures how we cut up our abusers in our minds (and in reality as well).

Reminds me a little of a film called "Hard Candy" with Ellen Page, in a VERY different role from her better-known recent hit.

This piece has that same "unexpected knife in the gut" feeling it produces. I suppose especially because I'm male (though I'm not in the habit of abusive relationships).



"Hell hath no fury..."
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~moab-software Mar 3, 2008
Very direct feeling, kudos, but I wouldn't go as far as ThornyEnglishRose's comments.
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*ghostlove Mar 4, 2008  Hobbyist Writer
Oooh, have you found angrier poetry? I'd love to see it. I love emotional writing. :D

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Ghostlove | Flickr | LiveJournal | Shut Up, Sit Down
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deviation in storage by *ghostlove
deviation in storage by *ghostlove
It's A Bastard It's like a bad boyfriend
picking you up
and dropping you again
never letting you know where you stand
promising you everything will be better and then
throwing you in the dirt once more.

You keep telling yourself that this time
you'll be strong enough to overcome
to get out
but it keeps clawing you back into its dirty clutches
and whispering in your ear that
you will never, never escape.It's A Bastard by *ghostlove
Dressing Up My Dead Girlfriend     I always hated overused clichés. "Strawberry-tipped nipples" for example, is one which all erotic writers fall back on at some point or another, but in Mia's case it was true. Hers were the exact shape of the smaller end of a strawberry, though perhaps a little deeper in colour, and had I ever just bitten a little deeper I could imagine my teeth sinking through soft flesh, the sweet sticky juice spraying over my tongue, water springing from my taste buds as the powerful sweetness spread over my tongue.

  That was the first thing I noticed as I gazed over the lifeless body before me. Those once-pink rosebuds now had a bluish-purple Dressing Up My Dead Girlfriend by *ghostlove
Pox I'm sitting on a filthy crumb-filled carpet
full of ground-in raisins and toast crumbs
wearing a yellow hard-hat several sizes too small
and I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I've been awake all night; cuddling and singing
stumbling from one room to another, desperate
to fix it all and failing in my every effort
but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.

We play monotonously. Car goes up, car goes down
and a small commanding voice directs the action
and I am tired, so tired I don't understand the game
but I wouldn't be anywhere else.

I receive a kiss, more snot than lips, without thinking
I wipe his nose and mouth with my hands, deposit
Pox by *ghostlove
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