The unpeeling of the mask
is making known once
someone enters your carnal abode
Flesh is ripped and you are there
Your imperfections laying bare
Maximised by a voracious glare
Though her agony is not actually due to
Visibility,
but what lies untold, more so
The spell that comes out of these words that cannot be disclosed
Can impede the morphing of liberties,
The desires she will carry on hidden
Contemplating her sexual miseries
Knowledge in this case, is not freeing
She does not want to end t-his daydreaming
It is all too pristine, one is thinking
Though her filth is covered in glossy inking
How can one fulfill their wishes?
When there are labels that are sticking?
Love has a weight and a preconditioning
This one comes with a tag
The price for commitment
is to be marked with a pigment
Of scars that resurface upon healing
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Written by the Irizillian Divastate, find more of her unmasking writings on her personal blog:
Expose the self.
Reblogged this on EXPOSETHESELF and commented:
I am proud to present one of my darkest, delicate poems I have ever written for Morality Park. Thank you for featuring it! Check out their page, there are very talented writers and poets there.
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Thank you for sharing your work with us, Exposetheself. There’s so many lines to get lost in this incredible piece. “Can impede the morphing of liberties” – love that. 🙂
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Much obliged! Thank you for featuring this precious piece of me! 🙏
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Thank you! I love the image chosen. 🙏🙏
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Eli,
your poetry rise above
all labels sticking.
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It’s an honor to read your words, David. Thank you 💖 I always admire the flow of your brilliant thoughts. 🌷🌻
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Thank you Eli K.
Go with the poetic flow,
all the way,
to a bright sunny day.
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