Eyes grow hazy,
As pixels dance in a distorted image,
The hole grows inside.
Fingers start to tingle,
As the bottle falls from my cold hands,
The hole gets deeper.
My body shakes,
Perspiration streaming down,
The hole keeps growing.
Now it's just the right size,
For my coffin.
Author notes
crushed
A contest entry
- 24 hours... or 20 entries... #1 by Namita.
300 points, ended February 5, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Honorable mention
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Comments
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I really like this. I love how intense it feels. There's a lot of emotion and power in this short piece. Great job and thanks for entering.
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hey this is kinda really good!! it just flowed very lovely and it was short and sweet just the way i like it! thank you for entering and Merry Christmas!
~Dommi
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