They screech a violent, spooky hymn
from their corset,
gracing leather
like a Gothic beast riding a rusted carousel.
Parents see them;
tell their children to scream
but I don't want them to,
I'm just individuality;
though rubber stools makes me feel bigger than you.
Chains strangle skeletal hooves
and reap daisies;
I won't be pushing them up
until I stomp all them down.
& children run spitting shit
swallowing tarmac from an
ambercrombie garage sale oasis.
This isn't ostentation to present;
it's just me and I'm bigger than you.
These chains and metal buckles
don't belong on my wrists;
they don't belong on stray jackets.
It's not like "killer" 's cut into their souls.
I'm just individuality.
Author notes
Platform boots.
E N S I E L U A
Curtis Leroux
A contest entry
- 33 perspectives by IxI.
1000 points, ended August 10, 13 entries
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Comments
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awesome! i wont be pushing them up until i stomp them all down
brilliant. i love the title you chose, its so fitting because even though i consider myself very original, creative and individual i still cant see my self having the balls to rock s & m gear!!!
good luck
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A very good write
My best wishes.
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well i had no choice but to look in this poem, considering you have titled it with my screen name.
i like it, it is dark and twisting.
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