She dips her fingers
into bath water,
quiet anticipation
manifests in aromatherapy beads
as curves bend into c's
that glide from splintered tongue;
floating as drift wood
from faucet drips,
fear imitates somber waves
of lukewarm shame-
Beneath billions of bubbles,
breasts swim to surface
as thoughts collect in drain,
pulling fantasy from dirt ring
that resembles reality,
justifying suicide for
victim of chaos;
she sinks into pockets
of darkness that
lay flowers by door,
until light returns
Author notes
Secret Ink
A contest entry
- intent by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended September 18, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING!!!!! I SWEAR! by Cherokee.
300 points, ended September 23, 2007, 30 entries
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Honorable mention
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Comments
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Nicely penned, I love the imagery and word play, truely intriguing piece of poetic writting here.
Much luck
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This is a great entry. I'll have to read more from you.
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Ughers, damn you and your super awesome ability of creating poetic magic. DAMN YOU, SAY!
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Thus far, this is my favorite of yours that you have entered into my contests!
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