living inside skinless days,
the bones exposed to the sun,
but can I dig inside my own grave
by clawing at the sides of soil,
stop the pain filling my head
with endless beautiful ache
someone will find me on skeleton beaches,
bleached white and left to rattle summer's,
notice the hole through the temple
where anodes and diodes parked thought
and they will say
she knew sanity once
In a list
A contest entry
- A walk through Shattered mirrors by MaliceInWonderland.
330 points, ended July 12, 15 entries
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I rather liked the ending, though the idea of suicide is one I disagree with...very subtle, with powerful imagery, thank you for this and good luck.
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Sanity is the motorist who has the skeletons of the past neatly boxed up in the trunk. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. BTW you do have a nice set of bones...lol.
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I just love those closing lines - well done, C. This has a feel of loneliness and pain; good job and good luck in the contest.
- Namita
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Thanks hun, I don't often do dark but it's good to go outside the comfort zone.
C
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Yes!!!! I can see this painfully clear lol
excellent
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Not a chance. Instead they will marvel at how you managed to get so skinny, talk about how you were addicted to good looks and say that the holes are just proof that you were eternally ditzy.
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Lol Makes me sound like Joan Rivers!!!!
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No she looks gaunt. You have a slightly better set of curves and never make what you are saying more important then anyone else.
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Now you are not supposed to notice the curves, I try to keep them understated
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are we not all a little crazy?
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Completely loopy lol but it's way more fun
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we could have a party and invite all our aquaintances lol
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