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In Sublime Darkness, a poem

By Bluemonkey ( dark poetry )

In sublime darkness
Her demon scent,
Tormenting, tempting.
Unfinished woman, child,
She moves, trembling,
Skin, beckoning.
Aware of her sex,
Unaware of its power
To cut, to wound, to kill.
Or perhaps she is,
Admiring the blood
Spattered, dripping
From the knife
Of her flesh,
The weapon
Between her thighs.
She is life. She is death.
She is bliss.
The beginning
And end of all desire,
The beginning
And end of all madness.
No longer a child,
Not yet a woman.
Within her
Pale flesh aches
Sublime darkness.