tiny barrette & bow
spilling whispers
red ink
dancing, those
neatly-lined pages
stains--
pressed white collars
& medicine lollipop nuisances
liquid center
feather bites on my tongue
mincing words
and the only thing
that drips
is uncertainty
draw by lip paint
A contest entry
- FEAST YOUR STARVED EYES UPON THIS by Asabouros..
1000 points, ended October 29, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Title contest.
Comments
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pain radiates from this it makes tears come to my eyes.


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hm. I like it.



