Her name is turmoil,
skin tastes of salt
and sedatives;
daydreams cling
on windshield
like "don't disturb" sign,
as she drives herself
into distant memories;
love was buried
six feet under,
tomb stone reads
"til death us do part",
as eulogy spills
from her trembling lips;
gliding on his final breath
she closes her eyes,
allowing his voice
to carry her soul
A contest entry
- PIF - Metaphor Mania!!! (Prompt) by Mad Moon.
600 points, ended September 8, 2007, 13 entries
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550 points, ended September 22, 2007, 4 entries
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Comments
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Wow! This is outstanding! Love your take on the prompt, and the stellar use of metaphor and vocabulary. Well done!! Thanks so much for the entry, and Good Luck!
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