fingertips...
cut beneath the surface
defiling...
everything deep within me
hatred...
spat from cold digits
lies...
escaped your blackened lips
A contest entry
- Picture Quickie...10x20x1 hr- Reserve by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended September 10, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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'spat from cold digits' yes those claws seem like ice, a very dark and deep write here. Thank you for the entry.
C



