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| -for haley- |
he settles in
beside her
tucks a wisp of
her hair
behind her torn
ear
shredded by his prose
splintered letters,
words, pieces
coalesce with wax
and blood
d
r
i
p
down sallow,
freckled cheeks
he turns her upside
down
and holds her,
until her face is aflame
observes the wax
and blood gather
into a delicate,
heart-shaped mold
hands, stuffed in
his pocket,
he strokes his
interminable
supply of matches,
lights the wick
and lets it
burn down
to the quick
again
Damn...powerful. I have read this twice and have gotten two completely different meanings...and that's the sign of an awesome poem my friend.
ReplyDeleteWow, you're writing floors me.
ReplyDeletehe sounds terrible.
ReplyDeletehe is
DeleteThanks, Keith & Ryan. And Stephanie, what Haley said.
ReplyDeleteI never want to understand text like this one, it means they have depth.
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this is at once both darkly scarey and absolutely gorgeous, well done x
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i like the word choices you have used and also how you have structured the poem to look like a candle with a wick and flame.
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