Chasing a cloud down to the sea,
You tug my strings
Digging deep into my linear flesh rubies.
I am ripped,
Your fingers pulling too tight on me
And my billowing mushroom
Tearing at the air,
My nails scratch at pockets
Of time and memory with
Vinegar in my escape-slashes,
This safety net garrotting me,
Constricting
The strum of tangled wire words cutting into
This deformed puppet
Mummified in a canvas shroud.
My fat crimson globules are spitting
In the face of frosty sky,
Staining the colour of purity.
Author notes
Amy-Lenna Bryce
A contest entry
- ABUSE - looking for poems to be published :) by DramaQueen469.
550 points, ended October 25, 2008, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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WOW what an awesome write!! Thankyou so much for entering this piece!
~*~DramaQueen469~*~ -
this was something i mean it was a strong creative image you place in my mind, keep it flowing
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