Broken wings and elegant leaves
hover over a cemetery
forgotten, wrapping
protection over the souls
that dwell there.
Newborns from abusive families
play music between ribcage ribbons,
tearing notes from mouths
knotted with mothballs;
mere attempts to fill hollowed
eye sockets with bliss.
Weeds choke the dreams of souls,
but it's no different than when
the bodies were able to suck
air from the skies;
They need an escape,
a way to pass over moist clouds
and midnight brilliance,
a place where they will be loved...
by more than just a fallen angel.
Author notes
W o v e n l u l l a b y
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A contest entry
- Round 3 of You Never Know - invite only by Cyanide Dreams.
1000 points, ended June 23, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow, great job.. You took the prompt above and beyond. I liked your use of metaphors and how your imagery just shines through. "mere attempts to fill hollowed eye sockets with bliss". That was a really good line. Great job and good luck in the contest.
Josh
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You'll do wonderful as usual! Let me know when you complete this! I'll be back to read!
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its finished [i think]
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