Her black nail polish worn,
her fingers cracked and splintered.
Clammy perfume invaded her rooms, caterpillar
kept far too long in a muggy glass jar.
For good reason.
Her windows throbbed with caged muse,
she could be seen spreading the curtains with careful fingers;
cloudy eyes flitting through the forests,
drinking in the passer by.
She writes another song,
voice bleeding into the yellowed keys;
jarringly ripping pages from her story.
Mutilated bodies fall around her,
she weeps for their lives and continues her song
each note born on trembling lips
dying in the air, weak with effort.
(Kept far to long in a muggy glass jar.
For good reason.)
Author notes
This is possibly not finished.
A contest entry
- Crack A Rib by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended August 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What be your thoughts?
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I enjoy your word-choice. It really brings out your style and your creativity.
"Clammy perfume invaded her rooms, caterpillar
kept far too long in a muggy glass jar."
"drinking in the passer by."
"Mutilated bodies fall around her"
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thank you!
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Funny you should put that in your author notes, for it felt unfinished to me, like the up inflection in the last line, keep editing or thinking on it, you have time but know I think this is very good
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