she gets dressed on rainy days,
pulls-on
fresh jeans and simple tees, retires
5-night gown
to the empty
laundry bin
gray skies are summer sun
in her mind;
a chain of
submissive flesh stitched
with frowning
serotonin, white flags
and symbols of assassinating
antonyms
Shoot.
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I always like reading your pieces, when I know that I want to read a good thoughful poem I know I can always read one of yours! Thanks!
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what awesome word usage, for sure. it flows very nicely, very effortlessly
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loved this
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this is fucking awesome, if you don't mind me saying : )
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Love this. You rock.
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This is so succinct and well done.
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i agree. this is perfection.
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wow.
perfect is the only word i can think of.
how incredible.
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why is this not in a contest?
the word "serotonin" definitely hit me, because I'm studying for biology & considering working on a poem instead, haha.
your poems beg of a much bigger story; I somewhat wish they were all connected that way I could just keep reading and find out more about her background. but I guess this is more realistic: it's rare that you find out much more than a snippet about someone at once.
love, love, love this. your imagery lately is a marvel, seriously.
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It was just kind of a spur-of-the-moment piece, and I couldn't really find any contests it fit into, so I just didn't bother.
Thank-you Christina
Yes, I actually discovered what serotonin was randomly in a book I am reading.
It seems they only want to come in snippets..
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yesyesyesyesyesyesyes.
I love this to pieces. SO FREAKING PERFECT.
-flails-
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Flails? Haha. You are random. Thank-you!
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I meant it as in I was semi-speechless and the only way to express the amazement bubbling up in me was through physical, erm, stuff. you get the picture.
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Your too nice to me.. I gotcha.
Thanks again.
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oh, fsh.
and you're welcome. again. :3
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Loving depiction. So poetically done.
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