Swirling flavors on a lollipop stick
buried in a box of many
Neighbors of melting dark silk
and souring apple bombs
Whispering from their colorful tombs
a taste of momentary sin
Reaching your hand, grasping for their
sickly cries
Turning eyes chiseled in stone
to a graveyard of saccharine lies
Author notes
Host Prompt: 4. Coffins of candied corpses, still speaking chocolate lies.
10 Lines MOL
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended July 24, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Swirling flavors on a lollipop stick buried in a box of many Reaching your hand, grasping for their sickly cries
Turning eyes chiseled in stone to a graveyard of saccharine lies a fantastic take on the promt good luck in the contest
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I like this!
Reaching your hand, grasping for their
sickly cries
Turning eyes chiseled in stone
to a graveyard of saccharine lies
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