what comes out of me
is far from niceties
as i drudge on
to find myself
gone
i play peek-a-boo
with a choice few
and pull open that
thick smug curtain
only to force it shut
a moment later
crawl out of whatever is left
after everyone comes
and takes a piece
to taste on their tongues
i will strum my song
long after they are gone
and fall asleep in
that tight corner
at the bottom
live in the V
that is my heart
for only the bottom
matters
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A contest entry
- Do What You Do Best by Errant Panther.
450 points, ended September 18, 2008, 12 entries
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hey
i like this one. i feel like i live here.
righteousme pretty much equals righteous babe, eh? nice.
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such a chilling piece that brings thoughts to mind of a cannibal waiting for the right scented flesh to pass by. unique take on the prompt, well done.
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I love the strong voice here ... and that declaration of self that knows the value of her own heart
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great job!
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Really like the second stanza and also how the emotion builds in the piece with each line. Very well done and best of luck in the contest.
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Nice!
"to taste on their tongues" Illuminating and emotional. Thank you for sharing.
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