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"Lively faced and meek
her cheeks stained Russian
pink. My baby girl stranger
from afar."
First Enclosure
Her eyes the still cold color
of freshly tilled earth, a leaky
pair of faucets, as they were.
Willing Patrons
Lips bitten deeply with a wonderous
confusion like no other, her head lay
in pieces on the already scattered floor.
Tipping the Waiter in the Sky
Trodden rows of teeth hooked and
lined romantically within her jaw,
she closes her favorite book again,
one last time.
"The soft willow bark sheds and falls,
soft blue doves float on the edges of
never, and so they shall be."
her cheeks stained Russian
pink. My baby girl stranger
from afar."
First Enclosure
Her eyes the still cold color
of freshly tilled earth, a leaky
pair of faucets, as they were.
Willing Patrons
Lips bitten deeply with a wonderous
confusion like no other, her head lay
in pieces on the already scattered floor.
Tipping the Waiter in the Sky
Trodden rows of teeth hooked and
lined romantically within her jaw,
she closes her favorite book again,
one last time.
"The soft willow bark sheds and falls,
soft blue doves float on the edges of
never, and so they shall be."
Published 19th Mar 2011
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Anonymous
19th Mar 2011 3:45am
This is your best poem Jade. A beautiful and sinister device designed to compel, disturb and confuse in equal measure. The lines in italics are beautifully evocative, like something from a classic novel, while the scene setting phrases in bold add to the riddle. You evoke the feeling of death and eternity like no other poet on here can. In short, I fucking love this.
20th Mar 2011 2:41am
20th Mar 2011 2:44am
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