smokestacked.
by FMLe
The throat is a chimney, she has no head
or maybe she does, but it's just covered in blue, inky
smoke
down south where her ribcage is polished and shiny
- onyx - a sternum of slippery glass
some may enter her throat, unload and expect
a morning of without a face or a name
none will enter her heart
or maybe she does, but it's just covered in blue, inky
smoke
down south where her ribcage is polished and shiny
- onyx - a sternum of slippery glass
some may enter her throat, unload and expect
a morning of without a face or a name
none will enter her heart
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For shredthesafehouse
sort of a work in progress or not. debating. as usual. August 2011
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Powerful. Last line kicks. Def fav.
Loving it, especially the first stanza. :)
Enjoyed this piece. Nice.
Raw
pure(ly) you
star
your voice sparkles & shines
i like this, it made me think of Louise Bourgeois http://www.fantasyarts.net/bourfemme.html
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Dark little piece. First I read. Looking forward to reading more.