constancy:
to be spread out over white sheets
eyes wide awake
when afternoon knocks at my door, I will be
the picture of stability.
concrete hands, heart, frame
crumbling into an industrial skeleton
and wishing I was soft as broken soil,
the wind and water leaving bite marks at my edges.
it's five a.m.
and I feel
anything but human














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"concrete hands, heart, frame
crumbling into an industrial skeleton"
I would use a different word than frame. The bodily frame would be the skeleton, would it not? Having this word there seems like you were just searching for anything that would fit, rather than taking time to relate the objects to your theme. Or at least it makes it a little confusing.
Anyways, tiny little thing. Just a thought really. Nicely Done.
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Now what?
Congrats on the selection.
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The promise: to live.
the wind and water leaving bite marks at my edges.
is just wonderful. Congrats.
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
"Crumbling into an industrial skeleton" is probably my favorite image.
I relate completely to this kind of resigned tone... and I agree with Yami-no-Malik... something Nietzche. ^.~
Beautiful work. So glad I found this.
Luvs and Such,
Licorice
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my fav: "when afternoon knocks at my door, I will be
the picture of stability."
there's something Nietzsche over this...
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