Why she does it,
no one knows,
but its there on her flesh,
in her skin,
broken and torn,
she loves it,
hates it,
with whatever she can find,
those bloody little rainbows,
on her arms,
legs,
chest,
raised and pearly,
like the light after a storm,
the only memory of the pain,
the downpour,
like little memorials,
of little dead soldiers,
with little bloody rainbows,
she paints herself,
to wish it all away.
A contest entry
- promt/ rainbows and blood by tainfinite.
800 points, ended May 24, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Darkest poems by HatedLoveDieingRose.
400 points, ended December 5, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thanks for entering. I liked it. Just not a winner.
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this poem was okay. i didnt really understand it that well..but its a good poem. -
I really love this take pn the prompts..its deep, gives emotion and the chance for the reader to feel your words...but also great imagery
Wonderfully done, thank you and good luck
Cindy
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