She'll stand ; wide-eyed and frail as swallows,
choking back eight letters of abandon.
Bleak aeons clasp her throat,
clawing the shrill columns of air
with dank fingers.
She whirls; dry-mouthed and
gathered against the coming dark.
Author notes
sometimes, no matter how much you need to, it's impossible to say iloveyou.
A contest entry
- Killer Words by misticmoonlite.
1075 points, ended November 8, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This whole poem captured me right away, especially the first two lines. I love it love it love it.
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so true, killer words to some people and when its said oh what a wonderful feeling... thank you for thie entry good luck
Linda
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A short but very fine write describing a condition that many of us know or have been familiar with at one time or another... again, a fine write!!!
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Beautiful
I know what this is like. I struggle saying those 3 words. I wish I could show people how much I care, and love them, but It won't come out. It was beautifully written, well done
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