I don't want to be you.
And you won't find my notes
slid into the mouths
of your dead babies.
Now
the crib is over crowded
with clammy blue ribbed bellies
with bloated baby fingers
and sleepy smiley faces
All rotting with your infection
Lullabies of flies
nesting in nostrils
a havoc starvation boiling in my bones
never screaming
but staring too
as you stood
a back turned away
Rotting arms
vacant eyes
little baby feet
cradeling me t o d e a t h
Author notes
boozers
A contest entry
- ♥ Do You Bleed Glitter? ♥ by Dead Star--x.
450 points, ended March 22, 2007, 61 entries
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Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Beautifully written. I love the imagery, the way it's spaced, the word choice. Love it all.
Thanks for entering!
DancingRed.
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Welcome to the top ten.
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Rotting arms
vacant eyes
little baby feet
cradeling me t o d e a t h
i like the layout of the last lines.. very sad poem x[ thanx for entering & good luck XD x]
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wow, i'd have to say this is by far the best thing i thing of yours i have ever read. its just so wonderfully morbid! haha. (:
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