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    dots Submission Name: Idolsdots
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    Author: Linzi
    ASL Info:    24.f.wales
    Elite Ratio:    5.91 - 80/100/94
    Words: 234
    Class/Type: Poetry/Dark
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    Idols

    We will construct contraptions, great - alight
    with eyes a-wash with white, glazed over a
    web of spider silk. Cloths of the great dead –
    calcify like tombs in those gypsy orbs
    of pineal blindness. Reflecting life.

    Receptive mouths are the entrances
    to these grand caves, lined with sensuous lips
    that will swallow and consume greedily.
    They trap hollowness 'til it fills them,
    stewing inside like stale pyramid air.

    Cornucopic ears echo with phantom
    whispers, setting dusty cogs in motion,
    ‘til they dance to records of rhetoric.
    Only then will our idols wake, and rise
    with the sun, spilling blood from their mouths like

    water. Fortifying the great lands in
    death. These idols you will worship like gods –
    and offer your resources, your lives, and
    children. These sacrifices you will make
    so Saturn may eclipse the soul of the earth,

    making powder of precious petals. You
    may prey then that you can be an idol
    (that great dream to consume so not to be
    consumed). Then you’ll stand (soul-sucked), but as grand
    and solid as the mountains. An artful

    idol, safely preserved in majestic
    marble. Your tomb can foreshadow the doom
    of hell on earth. So that rooted raw with
    base philosophies, you can over-look
    death, while crunching on the bones of children.




    Submitted on 2015-11-18 10:58:30     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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