Open Poetry #40 |
Miss Suicide Eyes |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
She comes again, Miss Suicide Eyes, Her glances made of knifes, Cutting in so deep To eat the skin. Every look a razor blade Cutting all the scars away. She sees them bleed again And her smile will not fade. That knowing crescent grin Wide and seeping dirty blood Below a half light halo Over everything Behind your smile, Miss Suicide Eyes, Clouds have bloodied up the sun With a muddy afterglow And cut the light out From its soul. Is it cold in there? Hangovers are nature's way of preparing us for liver failure. |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Interesting use of sharp image without actually saying what's implied. I like the way you skirt the edge but still leave vivid stains on the retina. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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