There was never anything
except emptiness
within the metaphor.
Your questions always taste like copper,
writhing neatly
upon my tongue.
I'd set you into motion,
if only I could greet your eyes
on Sunday mornings,
subtle and defied-
graceless
and apologetic.
I use to peel my skin off
in heavy folds of white
just to make a blanket
of the flesh I couldn't feel.
I never wanted to try out
the sightless sound of decay
that reeks of contempt
but turns out to be
exactly what I needed.
We shuffle ourselves
languidly,
in sweeping motions-
our collapse was always
counted on.
I'm steadily
falling deeper
into
you.
Author notes
I know you don't care
but I want you to know
A contest entry
- for my favorites by stasis.
1750 points, ended November 27, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Yes, I would like to order a skin blanket please
and do you have any of those flesh pillows
that are all the buzz?
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Lol!
Thank you!!!
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"I use to peel my skin off
in heavy folds of white
just to make a blanket
of the flesh I couldn't feel.
I never wanted to try out
the sightless sound of decay
that reeks of contempt
but turns out to be
exactly what I needed."
I literally couldn't breathe after I read that part. this is absolutely amazing!!! jeezuz creezus... this is absolutely the kind of stuff i love to read. heavy and raw with about forty billion emotions. nicely done!!
thanks for entering and good luck!!
♣ Tegan
PS: sorry for the horrid comment... my brain died about two hours ago. ~ curses homework ~
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Thank you very much!!!
No the comment isn't horrid! I loved it, I always do.
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