[Porcelain Puppet Strings.]
Fragile Fingers That Keep Me From Falling.
Fracturing With Each Passing Second.
The pallid color of my eyes
gaze back at you from beneath my ragged lashes.
As my fingers flicker across your face
and dance in the shadows of your
withered lips,
my lacerated heart beats once more,
as my hands mingle in your
honey blonde hair.
As the contusions
my hollow bruises
slip away from my ghastly skin,
I trace the palm lines left in the layer of
dust left on my festering heart.
A contest entry
- preliminary round; i wear a halo when you look at me. by innocence jaded.xx.
900 points, ended June 20, 27 entries
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As the contusions
my hollow bruises
slip away from my ghastly skin,
I trace the palm lines left in the layer of
dust left on my festering heart.
Festering heart...I like the sound of that. A lot.
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Yesss.
I absolutely love this. It's so beautiful, and I absolutely love your imagery. Left me completely captivated & in awe.
Thank you for entering
♥
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Thanks darling.
I hate it.
But i'm glad you liked it :]
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Awesome
love your style ...
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well you're writing sure isn't dull. I like all the descriptive words. The poem's pretty good.
Keep it up.
~Kiwi
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Thanks Kiwi
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