Best Poems Written by Darya Shir

I'Ve Sought Comfort In My Own Depression

Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the thread,
And await cataclysmic sensation

All sensory functions raptured for none,
Oh, my dear, bludgeon me with a spearhead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

You rap at my door: a slut's seduction,
Sweetness, repose in this conjugal bed,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Take another face -- you shall be kissed again,
A malicious perversion, a godshead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Copyright © Darya Shir | Year Posted 2017