She told me a friend died:
heart broken
drunk
speeding.
the safety belt was by itself
whispering as hot tears
fell down a gray surface
"I could save you."
but the roads were melting
and for going nowhere
she was going rather fast
the spit around the mouth
of a hungry ditch,
a dull smile, open eyes,
open arms,
it said
"hello, my dear."
her beautiful brown head
was made to be a sad place
a wrong place;
her beautiful brown head
was in just the right place
for a makeshift guillotine
blood everywhere;
sirens
people
screaming.
it was a very beautiful head.
it was…
I said I was sorry.
I didn’t know what else to say.
the next day
She said, "I wanna wear my jersey
but I can't find it."
“I’m sorry. . . ”
Author notes
the only words capitalized or I and She. because things get very sad but honestly, and like pretty much everyone, (though most deny it) all we really care about is I and if we're lucky, for awhile, She.
A contest entry
- creative & raw by Dienush.
1000 points, ended October 4, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow I love this. It's straightforward but somehow it isn't. Love the last four lines - they make you wonder... You have described the atmosphere of a car crash well and with a great choice of words and expressions. Thank you for your entry.
~Diana
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Great poetry. I agree with 'stig' that it is heartfelt. A poignant read!
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oh yeah ... your AN speak nothing but truth ... my She is wavering on almost gone and not quite there ... or something like that ... this kicked ass !!! !
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great poem!!!!!!!
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damn that was heartfelt i loved it every word it was rather emotional poem lol keep it up xx
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