Fists slammed; pressed nail
deeper into crying walls,
cracking the plaster
into melancholy smiles
that licked the peeling wallpaper away.
Only the portrait
knew its place
among yesterday's dust,
giving way to the pull
of the falterring frame,
through the floor
and dragged 'cross the dirt
into uncle Sam's junkyard.
Author notes
It happens to everyone eventually. *shrug* Synful-symphony
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Good word usage.
Though using "rotting teeth"
to discribe gravity seems strange to me.
Because gravity is such a defining force,
strong and bold and always there.
Also maybe replacing "six feet under"
with something less typical.
Other than those small things, this is great,
good metaphores!!!
Good luck!
peace to all ~flight
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