she nails
the thick sky
to a splintering
clothesline.
light will later come rolling in
to her blood-washed fingertips,
and this heavy sheet of blue-black
will flap violently
like a scab tossed to the wind.
but for now all she says is
"you'll feel better in the morning"
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Author notes
PROMPT 1:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5464733
A contest entry
- Quickie Time! by DecorusApparatus.
620 points, ended July 5, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrites by Ami.
550 points, ended July 12, 124 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ...Help me by Mokashi Senyu.
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critique please.
Comments
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I agree. Your images are powerful and visual, pushing way into my brain.
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Thanks!
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I love this because I don't like it.
It really hurts to read, and it isn't pleasant, but I love it. I think you really did my prompt justice.
Thanks for your entry!
--Katie.
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