By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on

Come on

I dare you

make me well

see what i’d become

if your sharp heel wasn’t

digging into my neck

when I wasn’t retching

in porcelain

Come on

I dare you

make me well

see what I’d become

if you’d give me half a chance

I remember the time before this

when you couldn’t quash my fire in an ocean

couldn’t resist my passion with a vow

we burned until we ate all the oxygen

now we stand in darkness growing blind

waiting for stars to fall

for hell to admit its sinners

get it over with, then

come on

I dare you

Categories: #poetry

10 Replies to “I dare you”

  1. “He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.” … William Drummond

  2. Okay, yes to this!!!

    “we burned until we ate all the oxygen

    now we stand in darkness growing blind

    waiting for stars to fall

    for hell to admit its sinners”

    I loved the way you moved toward this ending. This is a sound poem, Candice.

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