Imploding Aphrodite

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: ,

She screams for More;
this is her battle-cry, this Boudicea
adrift from her chariot, tearing through
unfamiliar land, always crying
More.

Her shield is a battering ram,
her sword an axe. Give to her,
helpless as you will find yourself to
withold. Give to her
and she will take,
she will take before snarling the torn-lipped
snarl of the ravenous.

She wants to wear your skin
like spoils of war, tear through your ribcage
and feast upon your heart, wailing for
your soul as she dines. Adorning her head
with your eyes, her throat with your voice,
again it comes:

More.

Wordless and sightless you hear it,
snatched from your own larynx and
uttered in your timbre yet saturated
in the void she exists in.

She wants you to love her,
love her more than anyone has or can.
Hurt her and she shines,
cut yourself on the blade of her hunger
and watch her smile.

Still, she wants more,
consumed with battered reflections
of images she cannot bear to see,
yet unable to cease. Unable to admit she must.

You cannot win.

And nor can she

Anna Russell

(this is a re-working of a poem that was intended as a companion piece to one called Exploding Aphrodite, which can also be found on this blog).

7 comments:

Bryan said...

I dig your poetry.

I'm afraid mine's no good (which is why it's strangely absent from my site.) I mean, I've had moments of mediocrity with it, but not anything close to stuff like this.

This one in particular feels like something I'd write if I had the knack, and that means I like it.

Anna Russell said...

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment Bryan, I appreciate it.

I bet your poetry's a lot better than you think it is. Why not post something and see what sort of reaction you get? You've got nothing to lose. (plus, I'm curious now and want to read it!)

Hugs
Anna xxx

Bryan said...

There's a spot of poetry I wrote in this one:

http://shortstorycorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-sky.html

Cap Jack Anthrax said...

So i read it. And thought...Hmm.

"Good work BonnieFrog".

I then decided to check out your rambly blog which is apparently censored due to excessive use of profanity.

Shame on your Bonniefrog.

Anna Russell said...

Shame on me nothing. It's not like you ever thought I was a nice girl.

Stinking Billy said...

Anna, I am not literary enough to pass educated comment on your writing (or should that be the other way around?), but I'll tell you this, I really like it. You are a cwebber gurl! x

Anna Russell said...

Aww, shucks! Thanks Billy :)

Hugs
Anna xxx