American Beauty { re-written]
By Numbers Peppelini
She is hopelessly wretched
a crisis of anaclisis
though thoroughly titillated
clutched within the talons
of her own melancholy
there is no returning now
So head tilted back
tight fist of benzo
reaches out closely
white-knuckles straining
Gaba transmitters launched
what is the hurry
a girl spluttering
she is feeling it now
involuntary regurgitation
ripped from her lips
spanked twenty times
crashing downward
finding the keyboard
with strokes of blighted violet
keen mental suffering waning
she is locked and loaded
to fixing the blame
ready or not
clenching her grief
like a rose between her teeth
lets us have it between the eyes
everything she exalts in
spills out across a crimson sky
nostrils ballooned wide with certitude
fanfare for her ex-lovers
as they form a chorus line
wearing black tux and pancake
bowing flirtatiously to the audience
they partake in final curtain calls
for the heartache they have caused her
girl leans back in her chair
gratification dribbling
from her too taut chin
flicks ashes from her lap
anticipating applause
send in the clowns
Comments on "American Beauty { re-written]"
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A former member wrote:
"send in the clowns".. i have just read everything you have posted, and i am swelling with a confusing mixture of dignified hope, swooning crooning lust, intrigued muse, a quiet melancholy, and the deepest, most wrenching despair. i am utterly wrecked..... you are an exquisite individual, and it's a little upsetting how damned good you are at this, at making me feel against my will. blessings, sir.
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On Sunday, February 2, 2014, poe_lover28
(164) wrote:
very nice imagery and word choice nicely penned!
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On Sunday, January 12, 2014, FadedBlues
(2172) wrote:
...sad tale of beauty that was taken by many for sordid intentions, then returned to wither in loneliness...
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On Monday, November 18, 2013, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
I'm very glad this was re-written... It breaths deeper now. I'm especially glad the all-caps were taken down from the title. I have a thing about all-caps. Anyway... I love the scene you set. Curtains are burning, audience, trampling each other in panic. Ceiling falling in. Show must go on. Show must go on.