Parched soul gives way to salty misgivings
breathing in a sordid aftertaste
of ionic bitters that dance brackish on my tongue
as your sarcasm blends with my imposing demise.
Satire is your wit, as I begin to evaporate into minor matter
Author notes
Prompt: Salty
A contest entry
- QUICKIE (PIF) by In Too Deep1.
975 points, ended March 4, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow
i love the write great job on the contest winning bronze great job hun keep it up keep on going stay true stay sic peace out and have a nice day -
wow i really like this good job
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"as your sarcasm blends with my imposing demise."
what a beautiful line. your use of the language is outstanding.
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congradulations on the bronze
a great write
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of ionic bitters that dance brackish on my tongue
as your sarcasm blends with my imposing demise.
^^I love that part.
Your words just all fit together really nice.
Great write.
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Witty and full of depth. Bitterness grays vision, giving window to hands hidden under tables. Without thought, residual emotions dance from tongues numbed by comatose minds. Each whip if sarcastic wit erodes reality... until only it matters. A most enjoyable read, and thanks for entering
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