my sweet darling
i could not fortell
where this would go
every star turned against me
when you spoke those words
a flat silver punch in the gut
i had made this work
not a drop of gin
not a single crack in your voice
not a certain, specific breath
you weren't giving anything away
and i was listening intently
but i had become numb
each delicate verse
you spoke to me as you would a child
and my vertabrae slipped
and my spine curled inward
i had lost the will to understand
i looked at the watercolour sky
i put out my cigarette
i sat in the gutter
the string pulled tight and
i let myself go
Author notes
water-colour
breath
crack
flat
spine
star
curl
gin
silver
punch
numb
cigarette
gutter
string
Screen name: wistfully written
A contest entry
- the way we fall. by aanika.
990 points, ended November 24, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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i didn't really like the way you used the wordbank.
you didn't really get into imagery or anything.
thanks for your entry! -
screenname in AN please.
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