Love and marriage and baby carriage. . .
Kill me first with your ragged saw.
Gowns and promises and suburbs that eat
the soul hollow.
This old house will crush my bones into dust
render me invisible and insane, Stepford Bride.
Sucked dry by an invisible straw shoved down
my throat when I am gently sleeping in my bed.
Won't someone wind me up and let my feet
find a path to freedom beyond the soul-killers?
Or has my spring sprung into useless wire
that dangles between my legs.
Author notes
Jealousy by manips-of-artist2
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 22 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended October 13, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such a sense of disenchantment with life and needing to escape from a situation!! Very creative take and nicely penned!
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Very nicely done! I like the dark and almost desperate tone this has. So easy to get sucked into drudgery that becomes a living hell. Very neat take, thanks for entering and good luck
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Wow nice detaile here.
This is very good.
Good luck in this contest.
I liked this line especially:
Won't someone wind me up and let my feet
find a path to freedom beyond the soul-killers?
Speaks on so many levels. Nice job here.
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Very well written
Its tinged with the sadness of life
and the longing for freedom
Best wishes
Julie
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Wow... strong emotional write. Gripping in it's tone and images... Well done and best of luck...
Ken
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