Open Poetry #34 |
A Time to Kill |
~K~ Member
since 2004-07-27
Posts 148 |
My voice cracks Your neck snaps I misplaced my keys again WAKE UP I kick your corpse I'm late but I can't fit through this door Drink me she says with eyes fixed on nothing I sink to the floor and drown in the rivers of blood WAKE UP she grins & taunts me with her emptiness but the door is gone & I sleep on. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Intense. I'll not forget my keys after this read. (But of course, there is another layer in this write.) |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
ive read this one and "A Time to Love" before responding.... and find it interesting that this one is in open, and the other is in dark...when it would normally seem it should be the other way around.... so yes, kacey is right, layers here...as often there is and this here(this emotion you capture): i have written like this, and i have known the motivation behind it...and its raw...and thats what is appealing |
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