[[ ...love uses you,
makes demands,
changes its mind... ]]
Clear-eyed,
she smiled
and lied carefully,
painful precision in every drop
of sweetly woven fantasy.
[[ ...but hatred...
that's something you can use, sculpt...
wield... ]]
Fickle,
she waltzed through the ruins
like nothing happened,
like those weren't the ashes
of someone she'd once cared for.
[[ ...and I prayed to Jesus
the hopeless way people pray
who know there is no God... ]]
Uncaring,
unfeeling,
remorseless,
beautiful, deadly,
Kali dances on.
Author notes
Amalgam of options 1 and 4...
A contest entry
- White Oleander [[quotes]] by Viva La Vie Boheme.
600 points, ended April 16, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like it. A unfavorable glance at the dancer certainly, but a solid write nonetheless.
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Nice! I like this one! Thanks for entering, sorry it took so long to get round to it, but wow... this is very powerful.
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Wow...in one way or another we all dance on don't we.
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