And then there were candles
and my hand hovering, cooked
above them, trying hard
not to flicker in the heat.
They were fevered - trembling
even though the air was red.
I gripped the lattice and thought
the skin on my wrist might wrinkle
and shed into flames and fuel.
I burnt stickily all over
and far away you gasped,
slipped out of bed, raised
your heavy hands and saw
coiled rays of daylight
breaking on the broken bulb.
A contest entry
- twelve steps until by adsaige.
400 points, ended November 29, 2008, 8 entries
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I read: "fevered - trembling even though the air was red" as "fevered, trembling - even the air was red". My mind does funny things sometimes.
burnt stickily is so disgusting lol.
and saw... - to the end is pure brilliance
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d'you prefer your imagined version, just out of interest? Just cause I always do that...I misread/hear things and then I'm really disappointed when I find out what the real one is ^^
thank you
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I like both versions, though I know exactly what you mean about misreading things and being disappointed with the real thing. I couldn't have expressed that I don't think, so thanks for doing it for me
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