Dark patterns
worn
with a devilish drone
seeping from habitual lips
tripping over every verse I spill.
Disengaged tongue
vibrating beneath mistrust
whisper weep
on rotting slate.
Cracked voice
astrologically unkempt
my sign reveals ~ everything!
Author notes
35 words...
A contest entry
- psst..i have a secret by Suzanne Dia.
450 points, ended November 19, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I really like the language here a lot. The secret, well it hurts as I'm reading it ..if that makes any sense at all. I like this.
Thanks for entering.


