Open Poetry #36 |
Pluto (Solar Seasons) |
ManOfWolves28 Member
since 2005-12-21
Posts 83 |
Frozen in the ice there is no escape. Your screams are filled with panic and fear. Though no one can hear. Blinded by the blowing ice your eyes begin to bleed. Hypothermic skin becomes exposed as the winds rip off your clothes, ice cutting your skin like exploding glass. Soon your heart begins to quicken till death shakes your hand. Now you lay dieying as wolves tear your flesh, the Ice God has reclaimed his victory on the one who failed to believe with truth and honesty. -Note this is not intended to be mordid. It's only a translation of a dream I had years back- |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
that is a hell of a dream. nice. -majnu |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Dittos on the "hell of a dream". The images here are not morbid at all, rather stark and reflective of life's realities. I enjoyed reading. CB 8) "Only the dead, have seen the end of war." |
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