Open Poetry #1 |
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The Tomato Slicer |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
_The Tomato Slicer_ silk, it was, that slit the fingers half-frayed and bloody flesh like ham pulsing red and white and unbuttoned the blade sunk into it like cheese but slid through like milk slick with liquid exactness did it cut a nerve or lung or vertebrae that kept the victim standing still with empty pleasure deep set in eyes? and a smile: smug? vacant? accidental? warm dark ropes spilt fresh over the wrist where muscles twitched and artery shoved up more of plasma, water, and secretions unspeakable rushing through the hand with open palm, open skin. Remarkable really, how perfectly the dermis came untied. So they all stood staring at the extraordinary line, Puddle spreading at their feet. Someone in short distance calls for the hospital, a mop; tells the new girl to wash the tomato slicer. |
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Red Letter Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 85Allentown, PA |
AWESOME!!! Where have you been??!!! MORE MORE MORE, PLEASE???? |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I marvel at your ability to write this poem. What a wonderful Job! |
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