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Sirens Take Bloodbaths
By Malice In Wonderland
you
settled on the corners of my lips like an aria
settled on the corners of my lips like an aria
windswept
and unsung
blooming in the corners
of a fractured thought
glimmering just outside my periphery
drifting
just out of my grasp
you cling to my clothes
like the smoke from my cigarettes
tangling in my hair like errant fingers
untouched and arthritic
trailing past the ends of the apathy
tattooed across my skin
blistered and bleeding
in shades of heart stained sleeves
and a shattered hammae
piercing brittle flesh
splitting open a stone case casket
blooming in the corners
of a fractured thought
glimmering just outside my periphery
drifting
just out of my grasp
you cling to my clothes
like the smoke from my cigarettes
tangling in my hair like errant fingers
untouched and arthritic
trailing past the ends of the apathy
tattooed across my skin
blistered and bleeding
in shades of heart stained sleeves
and a shattered hammae
piercing brittle flesh
splitting open a stone case casket
buried
in the salted brine
sliding from the eyes
of someone
who has forgotten to cry
for far too long
sliding from the eyes
of someone
who has forgotten to cry
for far too long
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Copyright 2014 Rain In The Willows
Published on Saturday, March 29, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
eh.Comments on "Sirens Take Bloodbaths"
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A former member wrote:
the saturation of a love wanted... at times the pain of it all is almost unnoticed as a dull ache that clings to you for so long, its as if it were always there...
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On Tuesday, April 8, 2014, BetaWolfinVA
(795)
wrote:
the power of your // words render this dog poet // speachless yet again //
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A former member wrote:
A great example of romantic tribulation. I really enjoyed these lines, " you cling to my clothes
like the smoke from my cigarettes
tangling in my hair like errant fingers
untouched and arthritic" A good read even if the blue you choose made it a bit difficult for my eye sight haha.
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On Sunday, March 30, 2014, King_Crazy_Dave
(45) wrote:
The thing about this is that i have a female voice I borrowed years ago to read in my head along with female writers works. She usually does a decent job. I still have no idea what this poem said I'll interpret it later. but for some crazy reason that voice loved this so much it was extremely eerie to hear this voice i stole putting her .. heart? into it. It was all annuciated powerfully and rolled perfectly. Maybe you just wrote a pattern that I keep or something. but I cant tell you a word of this poem, because my female voice assistant had a freaking fangirl moment and belted the thing. I give it four out of five doctors agree youre a ghost.
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A former member wrote:
in love with this, but giiiiirl, spell check. i counted three errors. that three stanza would be perfection otherwise, and i fuckin' adore the title. i love that the last lines are all one thought of considerable length, adding to the intoxicating feel, like trying to get it all out in one breath, this long held sigh with the familiar air of "so here we meet again". beautiful in its longing. softly painted portrait of brutality.
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