It [we] began with the verdant ignorance of
the children we were. Over that first cadaver, we
learned to share the depths of hearts held together
by broken staples and torn cello tape.
Those sibilant
promises seemed so exotic when whispered from
between your promiscuous lips, painted with their
false innocence and drifting sense of the normal.
Like the ophidian shell you had become, you took your time to pounce upon me; your unsuspecting
prey, before masterfully removing the air from
my lungs. Living becomes all too foreign when it’s just life blood In your veins.
Without your air of tribulation,
breathing has become just an inconvenience
breaking through my arduous masquerade. Baby,
I was never more than a harlequin. Did you really think
you could break me down, even with that ‘gigantic’ heart
of gold [cough cough] you claimed to hide beneath your coat tails.
I refuse now to acknowledge others for my good
[mis]fortune left in the wake of that tragic
jest you tried so hard to explain away. Just one question [query] dear;
Whatever did you plan to do with me, the evidence?
It [we] began with the verdant ignorance of
the children we were. Over that first cadaver, we
learned to share the depths of hearts held together
by broken staples and torn cello tape.
now watch me as I tear yours to shreds
& replace tat innocent corpse with one to be dissected.
I wonder, will I find that heart of gold?
Author notes
Option 2- word bank 
umm.
I don't know, I'm not even sure it makes sense.
Enjoy?
A contest entry
- Something For Everyone..... by Luckintheshadows.
700 points, ended September 23, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - project un-cliche by hks.
800 points, ended October 3, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank You 4 Entering our Contest Project Un-Cliche
Hello there I am a judge for the contest mentioned above and I really like the over all flow and depth through out this poem. I really find it interesting how this poem flowed and youer choice of mehtaphorical useage through out. overall not a bad poem and congrats on bronze from the other contest and good luck in our contest -
your description is sweet
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I really like this. There's a really deviant feel here, kind of sadistic, very twisted...I think you've done a really great job here with the wordbank. Your imagery is great...I think some of my favourite bits are:
"learned to share the depths of hearts held together
by broken staples and torn cello tape."
and
" Living becomes all too foreign when it’s just life blood In your veins. "
and your final line really brings the poem to a brilliant close! Thank you for sharing this, and taking the time to enter my contest,
Luck.
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Delightful.
I love the "broken staples and torn cello tape".
Great original imagery.
well done
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