we spent two years playing house in the empty wreckage that was us.
my skin was ignited
like open flame to gasoline
and your body broke like wet plasticine,
and the house was always a lie.
Author notes
Tiny Vessels - Death Cab for Cutie
I had the damnedest time ending this within your word limit.
Did my best though. =]
A contest entry
- a quickie! :) by etoile.
825 points, ended February 22, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
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You deserved gold
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I love you.
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I love this. Muchly.
<3 Death Cab.
<3<3 Tiny Vessels.
<3<3<3 The-Phoenix !
we spent two years playing house in the empty wreckage that was us.
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I can't explain this. It is brilliant.
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I love this. Muchly.
<3 Death Cab.
<3<3 Tiny Vessels.
<3<3<3 The-Phoenix !
we spent two years playing house in the empty wreckage that was us.
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I can't explain this. It is brilliant.
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wow for a tough time ending this you sure did amazing. i adore this poem.
the imagery and everything about this was amazing. the last line was brilliant, it really hit me hard.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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I really enjoyed this.
"my skin was ignited
like open flame to gasoline "
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It's ironic, usually I don't like short poems but this one gets to and makes a very valid point. Love the metaphor because I often base my whole existance upon it. Great Write
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