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How crimson it becomes,
Within a dark blackhole center
Equivalent in weight.
Betwixt screaming and clawing
And raking of rusted, perforated teeth
That quiver with anticipation,
Ready to snap shut and suffocate
Like a venus fly trap.
Still the sounds of nothing
Resonate like a roar of wind,
And it steals all the stories
Of love and laughter
That once sang so joyously, so loud,
They could escape.
Perhaps its meal will bring salvation;
Shipped someplace new.
Now;
The creak and crack
And rattle of leather,
Soon to be followed
By the crash and lock
And the gritty grind of zip.
It all comes together
To secure the blackhole
Where no light escapes
Except in that last second in which
The Iris light gleams out
Between jagged edges closing.
The wind dies, and all that can be heard
Is a faint gasping.
Then,
all is gone.
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Author notes
uh, pic poem
here's the link
http://allpoetry.com/images/ext/Contest/2399/147.jpg?1219808539
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900 points, ended May 3, 2008, 21 entries
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Great write, very interesting with good imagery. Thanx for entering and good luck!
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Very well done.
I like it...
Best of luck
Becky
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Thank you. I hope my addition added to it, rather than stole.
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