your veins pop
like microwaved kernel
we used to eat when
our stomachs were as empty
as our hearts.
i try to smooth them
and blow into the holes in your arms.
you hang on a lamplight
and waste away as the light flickers;
i can hear you through
your breathing mask- as chlorine wraps us
in sleepless slumber
when nights watch me
trying to crawl back to you
but you hang on, for the train that’s left,
on a cold freezing pole at 2 a.m.
as i write on steamed windows
and carelessly-left-napkins just how much
i love you.
Author notes
im here.
A contest entry
- Keep holding on by Beauty Of Silence.
800 points, ended December 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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Oh my gosh I love this!Its beautiful and dark and just plain amazing!
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awww.
this is sooo adorable. CHARU (i know it's you, the whole wild and out-of-this-world imagery gives your mystique away so easily) but its a good thing. i like your last stanza very much, i mean, tssh, the classic napkin ehh.. brilliant
you took the prompt in a different way. i never really pictured the image in this way... as in, i never expected a poem to turn out this way. its great, i read something new for a change. keep penning, and thanks for your entry.
All the best
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gosh. this was so beautiful.
yet dark
great job with this one
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