some days she feels untrue,
an amalgamation of things that don't exist:
a sacred guardian
carved out of cellophane and charcoal.
so she loses herself in the reverberations of antique skin flushed with an autumn breeze,
echoes {echoesechoes} in the rush of falling leaves:
and her heart beats again in the rhythm she's forgotten.
Author notes
wordbank: guardian, charcoal, cellophane, antique, flushed.
this is so much shorter than what i usually write. but making it longer felt wrong.
A contest entry
- my "gotta get to class" semiquickie. by jessica rabbit..
400 points, ended October 11, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thoughts? honesty, please.
Comments
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I LOVE "carved out of cellophane and charcoal" and "and her heart beats again in the rhythm she's forgotten."
that's a beautiful wordbank. I wish I would have actually entered that one.
and lol I was confused by your background too, made me think of Caitlin xD. -
hahah i got confused by this because the background is similar to mine but i was like... waiitt.... i didn't write this :P but then i'm like. waitt... i can't write this fucking well. i was going to enter this contest but then after reading this, was disillusioned.
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