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serpentine curl
By boneplate
the sin she carries.
a penance
around her neck.
a noose.
so openly, honestly.
thickening. growing
burdensome.
wearily
tugging at the chain.
perfect scars scorching
into her skin.
to bear forever.
to relive.
existence.
there is no salvation.
even through a childhood
of Sundays.
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Copyright 2011 boneplate
Published on Wednesday, February 2, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, July 6, 2012, Alchemist
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wrote:
Beautiful Sunday read on a friday.
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A former member wrote:
such a short poem with such a long term feeling. Nicely done. :)
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A former member wrote:
hmmmmm wonderfully opaque... I seemed to sense the albatross was more akin to a chain, maybe.. like the thickening weight of age, maybe, growing about the neck... some losses, perhaps, only grow with time. Well wrought, a fun and open read.
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A former member wrote:
....................pretty much................ i love the whole final strophe... 'existence. there is no salvation. even through a childhood of sundays'...an elegant and slightly innocent way to see through the veil.....
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