Her will is iron, baked in an ashy bleakness over eyes that were once bright:
–she longs to break.
A thousand tears would evaporate on this impassible rage:
-she glares with dull purity of thought.
Triumphant fists gloat above her potency, imploring:
–she watches in scornful fascination.
Every breath rasps over the dagger in her throat, aching to be released.
She swallows harshly.
-she spins her web in secret -
Author notes
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This is mostly about people who are forced to take abuse for years and years... how they build up the rage inside them and eventually break.
m i c a e l a l s e t h
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is a very interesting poem. It's a bit hard to understand, I think because it has such a deep meaning but is portrayed in so few words. It is good, rather interpretative, which is important in poetry. I think adding a little more onto the end, perhaps expanding on the concept of the dagger, would be good. It's very good how it is, but I think expanding the end would also be good. It's a nice read. Good job.
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