she was still a child
when her lips suckled
the dark blood of liquor.
like a vampire she consumed
until poppies spilled
from her mouth, now familiar
to the buzz of mistakes.
it was before her attraction
to loneliness that her bedroom walls
were white. but as puberty hit
so did her need to be touched.
to satisfy her broken youth
she used her own hands
to paint those walls red.
Author notes
critques.
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- hush by zillion.
500 points, ended July 16, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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there is something about the tone and wording of this poem that makes it so simple and appalling. just screams 'rape victim'.
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thanks for the silver zil!
peace to all ~flight
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LOVE the vampire metaphor. Really compelling. And the switch from blood drank to blood lost (on white walls) was phenomenal! What a great write!
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thank you!
peace to all ~flight
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powerful.
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