Bits and Peices falling from the ceiling
the glue undone
fluttering down like pigeons
Grasping at whatever My hands can pull
I find nothing but sharp blades
that dig into not only my palms
but my very inner-being
There is nothing.
To hold on to.
Nothing was as solid,
as we thought,
Everything and Everyone
We thought was whole
is Smashed,
are fragments blowing softly in the wind
of our ragged breathing...
A contest entry
- SMASHED - Read all rules by ellipsist.
360 points, ended May 6, 2008, 11 entries
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I like it - except for the use of the word smashed - it seems to me that the entire piece could do without the line that contains that word - in my humble opinion - it would read better, but that is just my opinion... and it is the only small qualm that I have with this piece...
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