what I would tell at a confession
what I would tell at a confession
she swallows the corpse apple vines from the roots cutting her but not cutting her loose
they said I could not love her for it was a sin
I would say so be it if it means iv held heaven in my precence
The hypocrisy blyth simplicity on everyday teling them infront of a screen
they it will all be okay but you have a blade in your hand and a vine wrapped around your neck
A Poisning beauty so she was like flowers in the summer turning into winter her soul
was dark and full of rage
she grabbed the vine and cut me with the thorns
red rain down the shallow tree.
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Blends personal forbidden love with abstract spiritual/philosophical questions about sin.
Dense accumulation of conflicting images and ideas compressed without line breaks.
Dark, painful imagery dominates: corpses, blades, poison, rage, self-harm.
Violent verbs and sharp syntax create relentless, turbulent linguistic intensity.
Approximately 12-13 lines when parsed; falls in 7-15 range.
Heavily ornamented with metaphor, personification, symbolic imagery throughout.
Primarily lyric internal voice with confessional tone; minimal narrative distance.
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