Open Poetry #26 |
Parched |
eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thanks. Parched My cells scream For moisture Osmosis has failed them My tongue is like a barren wasteland A graveyard for my saliva Dry as cursed soil I close my eyes For there are no precious liquid tears To keep my eyeballs from cracking Disintegrating into dust Wafting from their sockets My skin has been flayed Dead flakes spew like snow My blood becomes encrusted Too viscose to seep out And bathe my dying tissue The arid desert cannot compare To my thirst For even in the desert It rains every hundred years |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! dry as a stone... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You make me feel very grateful that our drought has broken. Dry, indeed! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
And what are you thirsting for? James |
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