you were the coral coloured starfish that always got confused with rock pools and oceans.
I swayed between the
spiralling axis
of your gravity.
you wondered why some people could laugh and have their faces plastered upon the windows of churches. you asked god why grass didn’t grow sideways and he said that it was because not everything had a meaning.
that was something you had to learn.
but not today.
you choked as you drunk so much water, your organs had to swim to operate. you were the spit image of someone who took life as it came.
and I admired this more than anything.
I traced the cracks
of the old, worn bricks,
my fingers being
layered with dust and
ant corpses.
why is it we transcend
the limits of content
when those limits are so easily
followed?
the lisp of your voice
snuck between my ears
and sung to me late at night.
we grow apart. we twine together.
we just can’t make up our mind.
but I think that means I love you.
in a weird, foreign state of mind.
Author notes
Prompt: tyre swing - kyma dawson
c a n d y m o r p h i n e
A contest entry
- i took the polaroid down in my room. by division.
550 points, ended August 14, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
you rip my heart right out
Comments
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You are stunning with your words.
It's almost like you know what's in my mind!
I'm sure you have this effect on many people. Keep writing, you are an inspiration. -
I absolutely loved this, especially how everything flowed throughout the poem. I really liked how you also played with adjectives, without going overboard. I wish I could point out a favorite part, but I love them all. This was beautiful. Good job and good luck!
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The opening of this is wonderful
it just instantly sets the scene - and I love the little verse that comes next, where you change from prose to poem format it always has a really good effect and I lovelovelove the "but not today" it is brilliant and I found out the other day that you can die from drinking too much water - It'd be so painful! I really like the way that this ends, and the separate justification is just the kind of afterthought that I love 
Polly
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you choked as you drunk so much water, your organs had to swim to operate. you were the spit image of someone who took life as it came.
and I admired this more than anything.
You are my favorite writer; ever.
♥
B
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