my tongue was lined
with battery acid
and sat raw
between my teeth
like mercury.
indecisive pupils
stretched out
along the expanse
of swollen iris,
blotting out
blind spots and jutting
toward caved in
vertebrae.
they lifted me,
put my bones into
a mortar
and ground them
into a meal
fit for worms - -
it's here
that strength atrophies
and wilts
into papercuts
too deep for butterfly stitches.
Author notes
Based on a dream I've been having lately.
Sorry Emma, I tried. 
color me silent
In a list
A contest entry
- I'm not sure. by etoile.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 22 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
kind but constructive criticism please.
Comments
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hmph. i dont understand. its beautiful.
but i want to know.
tell me? -
wow. i loved this. the imagery was beautiful, and wow what a scary dream this must have been..especially at the third stanza.
i loved this poem, it's brilliant, don't be sorry i love it
thanks for entering and goodluck
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Wow I love this poem, when I read it, the randomness of it all made me feel like I was dreaming.
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great poem
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