Materials falling all over, flying in white
Tong my essence battering my soul
Flashing my last relishing memories
Splashing away pieces from me
The debris bouncing back in red
Whiter ones bringing more memories
The darker I could see the more sanguine reached my thoughts
Until it was no light – the darkest sanguine one can ever comprehend
The one that no natural or artificial hue can be made into
I was sure that my existence would be written
When the lid of the pen breaks, and its tiniest parts
Break into me, killing me yet sustaining me
Thus I waited for in bloody silence.
A contest entry
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600 points, ended June 24, 2007, 28 entries
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Comments
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love your use of sanguine... it is a fun word to use. very vivid images I get when I read this. Good job.
Nikole *borg
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Very impressive. Many big words and imagery. I could see what you meant in the last stanza. It had so much unseen meaning to it. This is a great write. Good luck!!!
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