She wore white powder in the land of the rising sun
During the night she washed the blood in her sheets
With painted fingernails teeth as black as night
guided him into the room he was as high as a kite
Can leave if they want but where would they go, to burn in the sun or drown in the snow
Her fetching face held them captive in their seats
Winebibber shouting at her quit love song
Callipygian she is but not concupiscent
Stars him in the eyes faking it the whole time
Can leave if they want but where would they go, to drown in the sun or burn in the snow
Libertine put his sake down,
Puts his hands on her no ones around
Calls on her ancestors
But there all in the ground
Can leave if they want but where would they go, to burn in the sun or drown in the snow
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wow! I really enjoyed this piece. I think the repetition with the line “Can leave if they want but where would they go, to burn in the sun or drown in the snow” really emphasizes the emotional meaning behind it. (i also noticed that you flipped the placement of ‘burn’ and ‘drown’ and if it was intentional it was a very smart choice to invert the expected sensations, and if it wasn’t i still think it works with the prose piece.)
Thank you, to burn in the sun or drown in the snow was indeed intentional.