the air
grows dark
as if the spirits are trying to tell us something
my body grown and move to give way
the flames
small at first
the chemical element in all this is unknown
but, the fever grows and grows
cracking is calming to a point
then again it always feels this way
right before you kiss me
A contest entry
- One Word Prompt #12 by Diminished Capacity.
1075 points, ended November 3, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
and away we go
Comments
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Yes,w ell....
lol amazing write. Only thing I can see is that grown probably needs to be groans? and move should be moves? Wonderful write
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I really like the twist at the end. It makes me want to reread it several times. =)
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Wow, this is awesome. I didn't expect that ending, it was the best way to make me smile. Thank you so much for entering.
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thank you
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Electrifying
This was sexy, intelligent writing. The extended metaphor was excellent and perfectly described.
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thank you
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