He wore an eagle for skin,
and gave the promise of stain;
the numbers matched,
two built from steam,
an addict-involvement.
We poured bones into glass,
simulations of what seemed
less lemon than what was;
fate felt like the orange-gold wood
on bleached asphalt,
it was plaster against skull,
under the cover kisses.
It was calls at three in the morning,
breathless 'I don't know's
and 'why'.
Clouds were flanked by stars,
inflamed fingertips;
He tanned everything in me
without ink or spice;
pendulums ached,
water burnt like salt,
and a cherry color found itself
in the sink, on the bed,
even in those veins between
the retina.
"So, we're...
so, you want me to stop calling you?"
No
"yeah".
I find my legs are jello,
and there is an anchor in
a stomach that is not mine
anymore;
his words were like
marrow and dented feathers,
wallowing in a half-girl, half-pariah.
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Comments
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Yes.
I agree entirely with the previous judge's comments and also, the line-breaking here could've been much better.
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Yes
I thought most of this was very good. I wasn't crazy about the quotations nor the excessive amount of colors. Find other ways to convey your message and develop imagery than by throwing in colors. By just throwing in a bunch of colors, that gives the reader the impression that you are simply trying to paint a pretty picture, rather than project a message metaphorically or express an emotion metaphorically. Otherwise, I like what I see -- a lot of potential here.
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