Smoke tendrils curl past half-closed eyes;
A death-stick gripped in shaking hands
Is sucked like it will give her life
(it might)
Blurred by the orange light,
White legs drawn up to feel her heart
(keep beating, let me know i'm living)
Curled-up glow-worm on the sill
Distant siren, whispering shrill.
Upon her hip, a flash of red
Blood there from somewhere, who knows where
(i should remember, i should care)
No sombre words, no bitter tears
Desert-ducts and deafened ears.














Comments
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You can't always get what you want.
As has already been said, the imagery is very strong, and I love the use of brackets.
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
Good show.
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'I'm a bad thing that happens to good people.'
She smiled at me, and in the candlelight she looked at once completely insane and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
'I know what you are. You're a villain.'
I never saw her again.
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