_\* The lead piping aorta snaps into filings
Electrocuting Cupid and shaving away the edges
The Golden shards litter the sky
Cutting my nightshade skin with the stars */_
The curtains are fading and the threadbare velvet
scratches against my skin
webbing my nails with its rusty cotton
But the theatre is bitten with codeine flames
with pop up seats falling in domino audiences
The pixels crack on the screen over gilded actors
The guild fading into the golden chains
a pulley on the wings
smashing into angel rakes
the tridents on the side stage
-The wire tugs like a razor-blade in my spine, tugging me to the heavens -
The cherubs crackle into ash,
Watercolor screens dripping
Molten lions running rivers through the cracks
Their shredded threads of manes
reddening the glass; supernovas in the blackened auditorium.
_\*The Golden shards litter the sky
Cutting my nightshade skin with the stars */_
Author notes
Okay so sort of unusual concept, which msot probably won't follow the tangents on. Its all about who we are pretending to be and how we are all acting but eventualy even everything that glitters must fade. The metpahor in the poem is for a theatre that essentially burns down. Initial inspiration was how pretty those fire screens in theatres were and how it seemed like such a shame that theyd make something so beautiful that was esssentially deisgned to be burnt
OKay before excessive rambling just wanted to say that I think this takes dirty pretty in that it combines dark things with essentially beautifu things but the concepts I use have that earthniess that I think has been lost in the process
ohkay shutting up
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Comments
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it moves in ndotside of th person
stars to skin to running lions
I feel theaded into the curtains
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Electrocuting Cupid and shaving away the edges
The Golden shards litter the sky
Cutting my nightshade skin with the stars
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webbing my nails with its rusty cotton
But the theatre is bitten with codeine flames
with pop up seats falling in domino audiences
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The cherubs crackle into ash,
Watercolor screens dripping
amazing. love the new form. great lines, ideas and word-use. really , thank you. inspired!
-kat
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