drip
plop
drizzle
invisible in my corner
with the false sound of rain
to muffle my own
curled
confined
isolated
wanting to disappear
wanting to slip down the drain
along with all I wish I could wash away
what would typically
burn
redden
scald
turns to ice
cascading in crystals
down my numb body
She's coming back
She's taking me over
I hate her
I've been here before
A contest entry
- Freeverse Galore by OurxBeginning.
2800 points, ended May 24, 95 entries
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How do I stay me?
Comments
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This piece holds a lot of pain. Yet it is beautiful in it's sadness. A short piece but it molded nicely. I think this part touched me most:
"what would typically
burn
redden
scald
turns to ice
cascading in crystals
down my numb body"
Very deep. It reminds me of burning hands from the freezing cold in winter, then going into a hot house, it burns so much.
A deep piece, full of sadness and aching. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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this is beautiful and pained all at once. Great job and goodluck
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