There is nothing so fresh
as nicotine scissors,
-inhale, exhale-
to bring temporary death
closer to reality,
and exaltation
of soft spirals
expunging doubt
that both will finally be
ashes.
A contest entry
- anything you wish by going nowhere.
650 points, ended September 16, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
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interesting, thought provoking and great imagery, thank you for taking the time to enter!
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oh my!!!!! This is some good stuff here. Well done I enjoyed!!!
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quite a picture in my mind... as the exhalation rises, thinning into the air and the rest fall to gravity... no doubt of death.
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Astounding my friend!!!
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Wow, this is very intense and fascinating, in a macabre kind of way. The diction is raw and wonderful.
The ending is stellar.
I love this. Great job and good luck.
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