dark with madness, skeletal fingers snatch at the hour-glass
the glass breaks, shears away papier-machè flesh
and the bitter sands trickle over bare bones.
grey-stained tears run down spectre-shaded skin
as her own personal ghost fades into the salt-scented air
the wind cuts and the water drowns and the sands strip away her innocence
whispered words slide past death-stained lips
zephyr-filled ears cannot hear and his soul shatters
acidic tears pour down, down, sparking against living circuitry
too late.
Author notes
This is fan-poetry, based off of the 2006 series finale of Doctor Who. You don't really have to watch it to read this, but it helps.
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Should I just stop now?
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I still love this just as much as the first day I read it.
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Which says a lot.
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Beautiful imagery here, really raw and expressive. I love how it's sort of poetic and yet, prose at the same time.
'death stained lips' such a raw expression. Beautiful, though. -
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Aww. Thank you.
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No, you should never stop. What you write is too gorgeous for you to ever stop. I loved this. Captures the emotions from those episodes perfectly.
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Huzzah! -is happiness-
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great
i have watched that doctor who episode and i can understand your poem, i love the depth it goes into
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Thankies!
Yay. ^^ -gives cyber-cookie-
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