Invitation

 

It came in the post

In a pink envelope 

 

Who would've thought...

 

It said; You’re invited to a party

You are the main meal 

so

wear nothing 

It will be worth it

 

It starts at midnight 

In the underground bar

Called “Hell”

Remember, come naked

 

Oh, temptation

To be in the centre of attention

Wanted, desired

 

I went

And never returned the same

 

In pieces, blooded and bitten

Torn apart

 

Got what I needed to 

grow up...

 

◄ Don't

Little Bird ►

Comments

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LEON STOLGARD

Wed 11th Sep 2019 13:02

Any chance of seeing you there next time Julia? 😜

yep! good stuff!

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Julia

Wed 11th Sep 2019 07:17

Thank you Jason and Don. I appreciate greatly your comments. Thank you as well to everyone who liked this poem.

Julia x

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Don Matthews

Tue 10th Sep 2019 23:50

Good poem Julia. And good comment Jason.,,,,

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 10th Sep 2019 22:56

And a grim baptism that is, I think I know that "bar," although I think I never got further than looking through the window or loitering at the door, but I remember it well.

Excellent poem Julia,

J. x

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