Staggered suicide slices
of a lethargic layered cake,
in anticipating ruination
of an ‘End Of The World’ party.
These were the days
of my afterlife.
Cold clinical climate
within a frosted glance,
these callous situations
require a death in triplicate.
Then the bells tolled,
the funeral over.
Ingenious inaction installed,
re-tooling angelic mindsets,
who really wants to fly
In blackened oily skies?
Redemption is only ever
good on paper.
Author notes
Prompt Chosen: 14. Crippled wings
Used as an inspiration and a title for the piece.
A contest entry
- 26 Unique Prompts (pw allowed) by Rhythm Child.
450 points, ended March 2, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest Best Prewrites From February 2009 by amaranthine lover.
1125 points, ended March 12, 24 entries
Honorable mention
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21.4/25
very well written piece -
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Many thanks for the wee green trophy.
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aww.. how very sad
an exelent write though , full of emotion and very creative and a very interesting peice, i especialy loved :who really wants to fly
In blackened oily skies?
redemption is only good on paper....very good work , good luck int he contest
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Thank you most kindly.
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