her tongue sculpted sounds,
lips molded them into words
sentences oozed, and fell
into a bowl of prickly paranoia
suspended in gelatinous dreams,
she sighed, and
picked the punctuation
from her teeth
A contest entry
- 3 MOS. Gold MEMBERSHIP-updated to 600 points! and feature, Prompt: APATHY- Give Dark Writing a Try... by ears2hearyou.
1300 points, ended July 10, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WEll done! an Apathy Salad!
loved that last line!
you left enough air in the poem for our imaginations
to fill in the blanks....
and made a good clear crisp point well!
Good job!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )))))
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