I risk sharp edges
for the feel of papyrus
flesh of a man
his breathe slow against cheek
draws my heart taut
then loosens it
like quick silver
I am heaved
then let down
blocked of sight,
bereft of smell,
only the feel of memorized skin
as his face fades into future loss
completely
like a drizzle down rain
from sullen clouds
taking away horizons
and blurring lines
A contest entry
- FOR THOSE THAT ARE SICK OF HAPPILY EVER AFTER by jcat.
875 points, ended September 20, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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This was just gorgeous!!! You did a magnificent job on delivering all the angst without the cliche!! Losing the one we love to unrequitted love just sucks but you made it sould beautiful. Very well done and thank you for your entry
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