Wriggle away through my eye,
These thoughts I had when I thought I would surely die,
A lie to say it didn't hurt.
Truth piercing my cornea to no avail,
Staring blindly at the ground,
eyelid convulsing.
Cold stone scraping across cheek and chin,
Blue eyes repulsing all other lies,
Weak and thin,
They wiggle and writhe then wriggle and fester
paid to play a bleak part within,
What a joke, a jest,
That you might speak best in
hollow tones,
Bearing an inhospitable, indomitable
truth.
Mice crawling in the walls as the world burns to the ground
ashes, ashes
Rubble and blood soaked stone,
They all fall down.
Author notes
It's true
A contest entry
- Winner takes all!!!!! by Kitch.
415 points, ended December 14, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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this is powerful. especially if it is true like you say.
good write and good luck
kitch x
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