I liked her
dead
blue lips bitten
by a wintry kiss
eyes clocked hours;
the inevitable pound
of finality
ticked away...
she mourned processions,
tombs and emblems
waved like flags
adrift
her 'black parade'
& I
danced
my triple step tapped
tango;
in her teeth she held
my rose
we swapped thorns
& I cried
for awhile...
but in the end,
it was just another day.

. I think you've done really well; despite the puzzling comment by the judge
. I think the flow is great; your imagery is clear and unique; and I think your poem is unique in and of itself. I like the rather unabashed apathy of it. A great poem G'luck!
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really intense!!!! You did a wonderful job in expressing a lot here.. 

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