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Death in a Handbasket

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Your hands don't smack me
Even when they want to
And it hurts my feelings.
Instead they whisper rumors
Those metamorphic insults
And I can only follow the arid trails they leave behind.
Your hands smooth out wrinkles on your dress
And flatten cowlicks in your hair
But they don't trace my face in the sand.
They fold ever so sweetly
And rest in place like great grandma on the mantle
Never making a single peep.
I'm not sure whether your hands pity me
Or just don't care
But finding out is going to be the end of me.
Your hands aren't as clean
As you might think washing them makes them
They have a dirty heart.
They never cry
They never laugh
They never bleed.
I don't even think you hands are human
Even the worst of the worst
Still bleed.
I was on the verge of leaving you
And forgetting all about you and your perfect little hands
But your mouth told me that you loved me
And something inside me snapped.
Something contagious escaped your throat
And rendered my hands obsolete.
The life in them evaporated like a ghost
And rose off into the heavens.
And my hands didn't care anymore
Not about you
And not about anything.
Something cold and unstoppable surfaced
And my hands, they smiled.
They had decided that the games your hands play
Weren't going to be the end of me...
They tip-toed up the delicate length of your arm
Sashayed up to the nip of your collar
And wrapped themselves around the silken coil of your neck
And squeezed until your jaded beauties finally fell silent...
They had decided that the games your hands play
Were going to be the end of you instead.


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If you love me, do so... don't just say so. Liars create murderers, murderers create death.
Written June 26th, 2005

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  • November 7, 2006
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    AMAZING.

  • Iktomi
    August 24, 2005
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    awesome write, very descriptive and fluid, like slow, persistent, strangling vines. the imagery was vivid and the style wonderful.

  • honeybe
    June 27, 2005
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    wow. remind me never to get on your bad side. that said, nice write. love the idea, i think your right if people would be more honest with themselves, and others, there would not be as many problems in the world. keep trying to open people's eyes to the world around them. later Honeybe


  • Blind-Ambition
    June 26, 2005
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    Yay I'm glad that you're back to your own completely original ideas. This is incredibly well written. I like the story quality. You definitely have a gift for description. Great write!


  • MelodiousMe
    June 26, 2005
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    good, very good. and very true, i think so myself.. it just this poem totally relates back to a resent mess one of my friends are in and its totally like if any advice to give her this would be it..

  • marrow
    June 26, 2005
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    Boy, this was ever brutal.

    I am glad that I am on your good side. (Or, at least I hope I am!) Your words really held such venom, and I loved every bit of it.

    This person had it commin' to them, that is for sure!
    - Justin/ Jay

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