The Class
With a rosy cheek and smiling face
and parallel fingers
with smokestack gently held in place
the flowing black ocean
sheening in the quiet sunshine
yet
Somewhere exceedingly,
hauntingly
close--
hissing,
clawing tendrils ate at
inner human flesh,
gorging
on a throat;
rasping down a breached and bleeding,
fickle, haunting, cracked, and opened,
pillar of
delicate skin-
death approaching,
tearing, with a crass demeanor,
gnashing at the choicest parts-
then latching to the sticky oozing,
clinging (burnt asunder) to the
tiny shred of half-life, gripping
tortured skin in thin attempts
and clawing, piercing, forming, clotting,
raging in a black and carpal fury-
latching on in parasitic need
and forming tiny boneyard kingdoms
inside this sack of living crust;
then sucked back out in gusts of hostile wind
to open scars anew-
crass,
gnashing,
once again-
as the lips form a perfect 'o' and blow the smoke back out.
A contest entry
- See If You Can by Firequeen.
450 points, ended January 31, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre Write Contest by SensualWhispers.
615 points, ended March 15, 2007, 100 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Unique
Very very unique. I find the poem great but the spacing is just way out there. I almost disqualified you because the poem said 56 lines.. but I counted the lines in which you wrote, and you are under the 40 line mark. Thanks for entering the contest and the best of luck to you. Kassie -
I liked this
the style in which you wrote it added to it.
flowed wonderfully
Thank you for entering
Fire -
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thank you
it doesn't really
scare you if
you're not a smoker
but you are very welcome
and dont mind me im just a mirror
sexy
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