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    dots Submission Name: Cleaning Up Afterdots

    Author: mojymo
    Elite Ratio:    6.43 - 50/59/41
    Words: 175
    Class/Type: Poetry/Comedy
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    dotsCleaning Up Afterdots

    I honestly didn't know my head was going to do that.
    You gotta believe me.

    But maybe you shouldn't.

    For the last week,
    each friend has had a hand in my stomach,
    grasped some twirly intestines
    and squeezed until they oozed
    and made those tasty squelching noises.

    My parents insist on my ribcage.

    They grip their teeth on the lowest one
    and snap off a rib.
    And the dust of the bones
    sprinkles down on my guts like sugar,
    hanging below my waist,
    a mutilated birthday cake.

    My mother starts to chew,
    but her anesthetic teeth crumble,
    sailing to the kitchen floor,
    bouncing off the glaring wood.

    My father chews heartily,
    a glutton for the tender meat still
    swinging from the bone.
    The flesh slides down his throat with ease.

    Above me, God is laughing,
    shining his fluorescent light on my skin.
    Around me, those I cherish
    hold tightly to their dissected treasures,
    each unwilling to set me free.

    End: 10:48 pm
    Thurs. Sept. 10, 09

    Submitted on 2009-09-21 21:10:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Woa, grotesque and horrific haha! This is true of most families the way they hold on to us, never wanting to let go, it is sad sometimes to feel like we are unable to move on or away when we get pulled in by them every time.

    wonderful images and great choice of words, this was another intense production i see.

    my favorite part was about the bones crumbling to dust like sugar falling down on the rest of the body and intestines, truly gory and horrendous hehe.
    i liked this piece, cannot wait for the next!
    | Posted on 2009-09-22 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]

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