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The Conquer

I should have known it wasn't love
swathed tightly up in sweaters, scarves, and smiles,
in ice-preserved emotions reeling miles.
I should have known it wasn't love
they paint across the sky, empty above,
but cold below that navy blanket's trials
of fury-flaming, gasious vials.
You could have told me, friend, it wasn't love.
Instead, you inhaled swords and exhaled blades
with bloodied tissue-paper flesh
still dangling from its teeth. My ribs' snapped fence
is lashes where my lungs require defense.
And, walls I build wind up mere mesh
on tears that freeze to rinks the lie invades.

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I'm not the only one who breaks sonnet rules. I swear it.

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  • shewalksintomine gold member
    October 28

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    If only I had no idea whose poem this was...

    That's the only problem I have with the front page of this site: if a friend or favorite enters your contest, even if the contest is supposed to be anonymous, you know about it.

    So am I not giving you a trophy (there are already at least three poems better than this one) because I know you or in spite of that fact? We'll see.

    And I still owe you ice cream.

    [generic contest thank you]Thank you for entering my contest. Good luck to you. I know how hard it is to write a poem on the spot and I appreciate the effort.[/generic contest thank you]