Sugar cube smiles crumble-
collecting mortal memories,
so on Sunday,
I cruelly carved;
your slinking silhouette at breast-
bleeding,
so you couldn't slip
so silently,
through the gaps
guided through ghastly dreams...
A contest entry
- 10 lines - 10 minutes - 10 by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended February 8, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hot damn, I am going to bathe in this little bit of darkness. Rockin. (I am trying out new adjectives.)
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Glad it was too your liking.
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Wow, this is amazing. The first line was stunning and the poem continued through it's captivating beauty. I am enthralled with this. Excellent job and best of luck.
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Thank you!
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