When conjured wisps
distort through refraction
of razor retorts,
splitting realities.
When digits invade
fly-blown thoughts
anticipating asphyxiation,
then congealment
forges epitaphs.
Author notes
"dead visions in your name
dead fingers in my veins"
- Slipknot [Dead Memories]
A contest entry
- Prompt Inspired - Under 50 Words by Exodus.
700 points, ended November 26, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honest Critique Requested
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You just had to include one of my favourite words in there. No matter what the poopy in your AN says, this was (as usual [damn you and your talent]) stunning. You guys just love making it impossible to judge don't you?
Thank you
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