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Bone Wreath
By Abberant
Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And vodka tonics
Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,
I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.
Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,
Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.
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Copyright 2016 Abberant
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On Saturday, February 10, 2024, carlosjackal
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wrote:
Beautiful, harrowing art.
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On Wednesday, June 6, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(867) wrote:
Deeply haunting. Beautiful symbolism. Great personification. Profound images.
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On Tuesday, November 7, 2017, Cassette
(1144) wrote:
blankness and hollows was a haunting ending.
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On Wednesday, March 22, 2017, syzygy
(49) wrote:
I like the way you pay attention to the way the words sound together just as much as the meaning. "I wept them-slowly", what a rare line, wrapped in emotion and all that people think they might see...and all that really lies beneath.
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On Saturday, July 9, 2016, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Yes, the language and visuals in this piece were quite intriguing. Ciao, T/S
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