The hulking heap of soiled furry flesh
Is rendered ageless, sexless, without personality,
Due to the mere death of it.
A true crossroads, an undoing,
When "she" becomes "it."
A contest entry
- 12 lines or less by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended January 4, 22 entries
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Comments
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Your first line has just a bit too many adjectives.
Thank you for your entry.
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