In eight days I will sag:
a rock breast;
become witness
to red faces that wail
through a prison of plastic
and fold in on themselves
in a week.
He will offer me water
in skinless bodies;
draw buckets in my eyes
as mouths blend like
horizon around me.
I've assigned a black dress
for the occasion --
to mourn the arrows
that missed.
In a list
A contest entry
- If I can survive this, I can survive anything. by volcaniclastic.
300 points, ended February 15, 2008, 6 entries
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sounds like your V-day is about as much fun as a poke in the eye.
this is good...good and dark. lol.
i really like the 'black dress' stanza.
i tend to wear blue a lot.
and wear my heart on my sleeve...
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He can indeed be a sadistic bastard at times, lolol!! I think in all my life I've had one Valentine's Day that was very special - the other's were just a normal day (hopefully that will change, lolol). I liked this - once again it displays your poetic talents and I liked the dark humour here. Cupid should do some more target practising!!!
~ Nicolette
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"draw buckets in my eyes
as mouths blend like
horizon around me."
Exquisite penning, Poet. And ohhh, so true. The bastard's got lousy aim. 
Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
Wanda
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Interesting take on the prompt - and interesting take on Valentine's Day. Lover or no lover, I never celebrate Valentine's Day.
Good luck in the contest
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superb
valentine's day is a drag only you said it better
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