the air shifts and twists around me
in the wake of your palms that could never stay
on one place or one body for too long
I rationalized your infidelities as your unspoken way of searching
for the chips and slivers of yourself
that would make you nearly complete
just until I could place the last slice in to finish you,
carved from the inside of my ribcage.
your thumbs strip my spine of its rhythm
replacing it with something atonal
something that I'll never really understand
as your shoulders gently met mine again and again,
i only noticed you were tying knots
to connect my joints to yours when i tried to move away
when my lungs ruptured from inhaling too much
of your violence-laced scent.
I can't even reach for the scissors,
too much your marionette to try a Pinocchio
A contest entry
- take the dreams you had, throw them all away. by etoile.
700 points, ended May 18, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Silver dollars and empty lungs (prewrites) by Writing0Freedom.
600 points, ended December 1, 275 entries
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Comments
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Brilliant last line, truly fantastic. The whole poem seems to me to breath a sort of violent beauty, creates great and very poignant images I believe. Great write
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wow. Very creative. Great lines.
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ha, I love that last line. it's amazing. the stanza before it is beautiful. the imagery is stunning.
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