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"You're done." The words jumped ship off his lips And drowned in my cerebral fluids A soft clip clop, reeking of uncertainty Echoed from the fornication my soles on the dirty floor My cheeks gained a layer of blush Though I walked out makeup-less But there were the roses Valentines day is a month away With no money for chocolates Mr. Frosts brother gave me bitter hugs Underneath a new moon Ashes hit the pavement Cancer and I? We're dating. My house of cards? It all fell down. |
Sorry about your job. This is both Interesting and odd at the same time. I like some of you imagery I particularly enjoyed the beginning and the end of the piece. There's some bizarre quality to it that makes in a way strangely appealing. One of the reasons I relished the poem was because it's not commonplace, I mean although the situation you depict is indeed ordinary you were capable of portraying something deeper. I guess your wording happens to be one of the strong points here. I was puzzled though with the fornication part. I couldn't figure out whether that was literal or not. I'll leave it to my imagination. Nice write. Keep posting, Ethan | Posted on 2009-03-21 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ] | |