Diamonds bearing burnished blooms of solutions,
draped as rocks from seductive mind jewelers,
crafting their decorations
across the brain as necklace of healing.
Facets filled with lure of seashell song’s spell,
presuming the elegance will shine into the void,
that hallow deep inside,
swimming with serpents and spiders,
purging the night of its terrors,
crowning the mind with an illusion of control
over the nightmares stalking noon,
and apparitions walking through the body
as if to possess and vaporize sanity,
paranoia glowing in the cracks
with all its malevolence.
Eyes drink the milk of corruption
gaze grows murky and blurred,
unable to distinguish reality from fantasy,
a shell left lacking any gift for identity,
mutated into an object,
malleable to manipulation.
Slowly the festoon of sparkle
worn to cure the rotting ache inside
strangles the brain of truth,
lusted strands of insecurity’s amulets
turning into noose
choking consciousness of will.
Author notes
Option 4
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WOW!! this one blew me away.. the imagery within this piece is brilliant. very creepy imagery you have here.. the pic was creepy enough trust me.. you brought her to life in a deliciously dark way.. Fantastic job on both your poem & this prompt.
good luck
kat
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'slowly the festoon of sparkle'
'worn'
such imagery it began to lack its lustre tarnishing before my eyes
'draped as rocks'
'choking consciousness'
really powerfully grasped
'crown'ing the mind'
'crafted' from you dear word 'jeweller'
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Beautifully versed and abundant with metaphor---You continue to display your mastery of vacabulary.--Well Done!
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The desciptions in this are great! I enjoyed this read
Eyes drink the milk of corruption
gaze grows murky and blurred,
unable to distinguish reality from fantasy,
a shell left lacking any gift for identity,
mutated into an object,
malleable to manipulation.
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Amazing!
Great take on the prompt, very thought-provoking; an enlightening reflection of our innermost transitional objects of desire... I especially like the last stanza - it's so true that materialism is thought to counter society's symptoms of insecurity and depression - until the breakdown of reality chokes the will (to spend), leaving one's soul an empty void, its life even more meaningless!! Outstanding work - this masterpiece should grab the gold (as usual)!!! Take care, and thanks for sharing. -Cyn
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