paper doll
in the glass case.
steady, steady
holds on to the shins
as they tear, slightly
words..write them
i'll write them over my
face, over my legs, over
my chest. paper absorbs
the ink, gives me time
to think.
gives up the shell
as branches crack open
her skull, gnarling
forming rhythms, forming
complications, forming
the limits of my world.
glass, i find easy to
crack.
paper, i find easy to
tear.
me....
can't find my
substance.
skin. just skin.
and when i cut it
red comes out
and nothing else.
must rely on the figures
to break me down.
A contest entry
- So.... you're a poet huh? And you don't like to ryhme? by Melissa Burns.
375 points, ended March 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Normally I don't like poems on this subject matter. Too many young kids I think glorify it, or whine about it, but I think you actually managed to put it into something soft and poetic. You've created a feeling that resonates with the reader. I think you did a good job with this one. Good Work.
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Thank you for entering my humble little contest. I am having fun exsposing myself to something different. Good luck
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wow i really like this one... emotional, personal, very literary. i can't even get the words out. i love it
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thanks. i'm glad you liked it.
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