ill.

By Corinthian

sore lights horroring sounds
wail and overwhelm
the hollow

glisse, rapture

at night keep still. but let them not talk falsely

chandelier temperature , strep glass

I realize slowly

like damage in the brain

the stopping shadows

lightning
over the forehead

sinking of you.

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Published on Monday, April 1, 2013. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

written at age 13

Comments on "ill. "

On Thursday, January 1, 2015, Flying indigo express (148) wrote:

interesting twist at the end...
A former member wrote: you really do get in my head , I am intere as interested in your thoughts for sure . Wonder what you think of to come to such pieces , I see a big change in your writing as I read I can almost feel through your words when something happened , this is the mark of a good solid writer . You are Rad Cori .
On Tuesday, April 2, 2013, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...a little girl's nightmares, translated into language she discovered in seductive anthologies...
A former member wrote: damn Cori .........your originality explodes.. 13 ? you have always been extraordinary , not suprising
On Monday, April 1, 2013, haunted (837) wrote:

wow cori, for writing this so young this is very exceptional. and i see you have been a darkling for quite some time. i enjoyed this very much. awesome!
On Monday, April 1, 2013, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Fuck the bullshit your writing is beyond poetic,
On Monday, April 1, 2013, TheProphetUntold (160) wrote:

Such finesse, even at such an early age. The edge has never dulled. +tpu+
On Monday, April 1, 2013, harlequinn (9) wrote:

Great work. I love how you used the spaces between the lines to make it seem as if they are feverish thoughts.
On Monday, April 1, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

Sounding a bit feverish and liked the play on words of the last line, thanks Cori.