An acrylic taste rising
sounds rush into ears
heart in the vicinity of throat
slow scratching on the door
shadows bouncing off walls
silence stretches into forever
hands clenched into fists,
the smell of copper in your nose
death knocks.
Author notes
this was done simply for a contest..
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wet dreams.. copper vs. cooper.. who knows.. all I know is you shine more brightly than ever. Nicely written Cat.
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You capture the taste of fear and anger very well in this. I'm glad it was only for the contest. Well done!
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Thank You so much Fader for faithful reads... I am still laughing over everyones cooper comments..
Hope things are well with you my friend,
Cat
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It was cute!
I'm doing good cat. I hope all is well with you too! 
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Well Done
Catressa,
This is short and sweet and captures the physicality of a moment quite well. I only wonder, in the second to last line, is it supposed to be copper or cooper? I don't know what cooper smells like.
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ahh teach me to post without edit.. lol.. Thank You for the wonderful comment..
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An intense penning, describing the scents & tastes of rage...Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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Thank You Wanda.. small laugh.. I swear I could screw up a wet dream.. hahahaha
still laughing..
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I highly doubt it, Darlin'. I imagine you'd enhance one quite nicely, though, given some of the male comments on your poems I've seen over the years.
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