the porcelain was bleached
and purged, stained by
a ring of absinthe.
embraced by black-licorice
lashes,
i found an exit
through pomegranate veins
((running circles
around cartilage))
and wound up in your arms
stark-raving mad
[i can still taste bleach
in your gaze]
Author notes
about eyes...not as complicated as it sounds. (contest entry)
A contest entry
- *xXDarkXx*xXEyesXx* by dying-gothic-roses.
350 points, ended February 5, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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ha! that was really very clever. ilove how you can take something relatively common, and then turn it into something profound. you've got skillllll.
j

