Crust obstructed morning light
Flutters in past her pupils,
Graphite dots
Looking at the world through a spoon.
Fairground mirrors on every wall
As she runs at a barricade
Lined with all the armed police
They stop her leaping over bulging blockades,
Forcing fat loads on her shoulders,
Weighing her down,
Numbers flying behind her graphite
And spilling out her ears.
Perjury purrs, his ears flicking
As she strokes under his chin affectionately,
Vacillating,
Marvelling at his beauty.
The insanity roars
Like thunder spewing from the sky,
Realisations splattering
Against the porcelain white of clouds
And she opens her eyes
Grips the mechanical messiah and pulls down,
Sucking away the revulsion.
The sentinel is a hard man to pass
With a keen eye,
But he does not see what she sees,
Looking at the world through a spoon.
Author notes
Have you ever looked at your reflection in a spoon? Sometimes that's what I think I see every time I look in the mirror and every time I look back at my life. Just distorted shapes.
I wrote this about my continuing struggles with eating disorders.
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great write!
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for some reason, i am watching the movie of matrix. lol. great write, and thanks for sharing your creative piece.
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This was lovely, in a sad way.
I love the description and your story-telling. I also love the idea of a distorted reflection... Never would have thought to use a spoon, great great great.
Thanks for sharing =]
Alysha
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This piece is really good. I love the distortion and unsurety you conveyed very well with your imagery.
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I use this word a lot...but the poem uses such a bizzare image, and now I actually understand exactly what you're trying to get across! I especially like the notion of a; "mechanical messiah", quite ingenius.
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I like this. It makes me feel like I'm looking at the world through a spoon, especially the adverbs you use... The motion annd the idea of things being pulled out of shape are just how they look through spoons
'leaping over bulging blockades,
Forcing fat loads on her shoulders,
Weighing her down'
'Grips the mechanical messiah and pulls down'
I like it. You've captured it well.
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really enjoyed it, especially the surreal imagery with a continued theme allowing the surrealism to continue to flow!
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