Sunday, December 07, 2008

What was left of it

She crumbled in his arms
like paper to flame
I found the ash, next day,
strewn on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She drowned in his eyes
like laughter in gunfire
I found the empty cartridges, the day after,
littered on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She whimpered at his touch
like the dumb being whipped
I found the blood stains, a day later,
sprayed on the floor

or what was left of it.

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She moaned in his wake
like an orphaned, hungry mongrel
I found the cries, everyday,
cemented to the floor

or what was left of it.

6 comments:

  1. me likey this.

    y does your word verification tell me to type out obscene words like scoulo?

    (plz dont ask any counter Qs)

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  2. i like how vulnerable all of this sounds to me..

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  3. Beautiful beautiful.. loved the firts stanza the most...
    wonder if the flame was too bright to burn or someone voluntarily wrapped around it....

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  4. @stilts : Thankee! Word verification loves it when you scowl. :P

    @grafx : Vulnerable .. yes .. very vulnerable.

    @shoegirl: Does it matter? :)

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  5. Awesome...
    I read... then re-read it aloud and let it seep inside me!!

    Beautiful.... Kp Writing!!

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