Drip.
It drizzles slowly,
Slithering, Squirming,
Screaming.
For me.
It trickles slowly down my neck,
Elevating the needle-like hair,
Biting with arctic fangs,
Ripping out my nerves,
Abducting at my incalescence.
Drop.
Deluging my aspiration,
Encompassing me entirely,
This hellion essence flung from the heavens,
Tasting every inch of my feeble body,
Squirming inside every stretch of my skin,
Rending free of the clutches of the stars,
Stabbing the earth with piercing needles,
Coating every inch of the world.
Surrounding, Consuming, Devouring.
Everything.
A contest entry
- I want to believe by Danna Hobart.
375 points, ended March 2, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Metaphoric Madness....Round 2 by The Squeeze.
340 points, ended March 10, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this 1 made my skin crawl from the way u described the rain . good job
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Thank you for entering.
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You rock and you know it.
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I like this.
the vocab is well executed.
Really good job on dis 1
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