sometimes, when i close my eyes
and the stars shiver dust over my eyelashes
i can see the heart of a boy i've never met
beating blue and strong through the
otherwise empty chest cavity.
like me, he has no lungs to speak of.
i crouch in his hollowed ribcage
humming hushed hymns of
fabricated yesteryears, ones which
i cannot remember happening or
even not happening at all.
i watch his heart feebly pump
his wretched sorrow through
veins that have long since deteriorated,
leaving nothing but empty spaces
for me to explore with
curious whispers and unintelligible gazes.
the morning dew settles over me just like
his internals leave raspberry stains on my
porcelain white skin.
it stains my cheeks and they burn
with stomach acid, or maybe he just
makes me more nervous than i'd
like to admit.
once upon a time, nobody found me
on the side of the hill where i watch
the stars from underneath the oak
tree i planted seven hundred years ago.
once upon a time, nobody found me
curled up inside of an imaginary chest
cavity, waiting for the raspberry stains
to evaporate and for dew to dry, too.
sincerely, your dreamer.
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yes
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oh yes.
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Yes.
"it stains my cheeks and they burn
with stomach acid, or maybe he just
makes me more nervous than i'd
like to admit."
your yes came pretty much after that. -
fantastic word choices and between metaphores and similies i fell in love with this piece. thanks for entering
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yes
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yes.
thanks for auditioning. <3 -
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amazing job on this; the fantasy feel and your ability to conform emotion was effortless
thanks for entering. -
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"i crouch in his hollowed ribcage
humming hushed hymns of
fabricated yesteryears, ones which
i cannot remember happening or
even not happening at all."
that stanza was beyond amazing.
I love the impact of this poem.
so, in the end it's all a dream and nothing was real after all?
really beautiful, sis.
<3
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