Your eyes deceive me
Relinquishing a saffron pus into my palm
Such grotesque scent of larva burrowing deep within your flesh
Approaching you, a hand shields my mouth
There are ways of fighting back.
contaminated I am
And removal of the hand fuels contagion
I stretch myself skyward
Cradling two omniscient pupils
So that you may see what you have done to us
Author notes
Prompt: contagion.
A contest entry
- contagion by unraveled.
475 points, ended September 25, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty is best. what does it make you think?
Comments
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Ooh, you've got same nasty images in here like "saffron pus" and "grotesque scent". This is simple but I liked what you have. "Cradling two omniscient pupils" is a really good line.
Thank you for entering, I like your interpretation.
Cassidy -
And see what we have done to ourselves. You are not the only one contaminated and we, each of us, everyday must work to clean ourselves, to wash ourselves in living waters. Once our thirst is quenched, we then can take the water to others and help clean them.
This is wonderful. You have captured a truth here . . . one many do not wish to see . . . it is so easy to stay contaminated.
Excellent.
Garrison
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I like the way the images move from eye to pus to hand. Hand keeps recurring in a way I enjoyed, and these are all vehicles for contagion, eye, pus and hand. It's so visual, pupils, seeing. "you may see what you have done to us" - that's a very effective way to sigh off.
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