I fell;
a top-heavy slinky
sloppily following your
steps down the stairs.
Snap crackle pop-
milky bones
boxed up in bright bows
beg to be broken
[my as well ask for
what's bound to happen anyway]
You didn't even say thank you;
preferring apologies
over honest croaks
bulging in your throat
like greedy mouthfuls-
I threw your cracking skin
like an afghan over
hunched shoulders.
Honey is that you?
No,
not anymore.
Author notes
im lost and senseless
and my words keep
coming out scrambled
accordingly...
help...
A contest entry
- Junk Poetry. by girl shaman.
5500 points, ended November 16, 36 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Outstanding. Your imagery, both visual and sonic, are stunning. Well deserved silver! This one feels raw but is also well crafted. Good narrative flow and a wonderful finish.
Garrison
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brilliant! i loved the milky bones image and cracking skin, i guess i just love things that mention anatomy! thank you for this, it was really refreshing to read and i really liked where you went with all the images, thanks again!
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