"she's disappearing again - -"
the walls are thick,
white with smoke
in the place where
voices gum at the floor
and leave serpentine
tracks along the panelling.
her hands mark tallies
along unforgiving shadows
that rest just below
where her ribcage should be.
maybe the moon
is hanging too tightly
to its hinges
& wrapping its spine
around the sun.
she touches eroded knobs like lovers - -
pulls them close enough
to eat away at bone,
numbing the ache in her womb.
there used to be cement here,
etched
into corrugated imperfections.
Author notes
pic from: http://savewaterdrinkbleach.deviantart.com/art/Quarantine-70572003
Prompt: Day 3, "cellardoor"
this isn't about the author. it's just the idea that came with the title.
AN: color me silent
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A contest entry
- 7 Days 7 Prompts by stargazer..
750 points, ended January 3, 23 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
kind but constructive criticism please.
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You brought the scene to life. This was an excellent poem. Fantastic imagery
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Thank you!
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wow. you always blow me away with the images & emotions you envoke. i know it's not about me, but i still feel connected to it. glad my name could be of inspiration & good luck in the contest dear ♥
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Aw, thank you!! I'm glad that you were able to connect to it to some extent.
♣ Tegan
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hehe. i can't wait to see what you write
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