Sharded types of broken glass,
shutter down the back of the broken.
Skin trembles in the darkness of light,
the fluttering shadows of everlasting.
Crumple in the darkness as the woman stands,
cracking to the rythem of the ocean ripples.
Only to charter the living death from below,
the shocking crunuch of the suttle ground.
She moves onward till the sliding darkness,
floating only on land itself.
Jagded and fading with out a chance,
scraping only the center as ground lights.
The movement towards light burns the skin,
smoking her body till the char is always told.
She doesn't inflate with rage and terror,
only to see the stifled darkness ahead.
She burns with intensity and without regret,
till she reaches the crater of only love.
Frozen joints shard as the glass breaks deeper,
her body only sees the suttle black oasis.
She drowns...
Author notes
A girl.
A contest entry
- Bring it on by RebelDLine75.
555 points, ended June 28, 2008, 36 entries
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