Scrawling scars
across blank eyelids,
she plucked a symphony of stitches,
pulling skin to the mewling melody
and waiting on releasing limbs.
Dressing veins in shadows of nausea
she held hearts to trembling teeth
and pulled love into liquidating lungs.
Opening wounds on perfect gasps
she fingered dry tendons
and lapped at the languid exhalation.
Author notes
Picture inspired
A contest entry
- 'Banished' - Dark Pic Inspired by Tattboyspet.
300 points, ended December 15, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty would be lovely
Comments
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Dark is definitely the right word to describe this piece! You took such a morbid picture and put such words to it that it not only came to life, it also drew the poor reader in. Congrats on the bronze ~
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thank you for your entry - I have handed the judging over to Tattboy as I'm having a problem with this contest - all the entries are so good
He will judge it soon 
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OMG!the pics are gorgeous!!!
"Dressing veins in shadows of nausea
she held hearts to trembling teeth
and pulled love into liquidating lungs."...these lines hold the power in here!well done indeed!
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hmmmm... like the name... Like Death Rattle by Pantera!!!
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I like this, it really tells how deeps wounds can be
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wonderful take on the pic - thank you
nice pic - I did see that one and there was another two that I found, but heaven forbid I should be brave enough to put THOSE as pic inspired! sheesh! I'll be burnt at the stake!!!!
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