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Towers Made of Clavicles

She builds sandcastles out of bone
With towers made of clavicles that the sun bleaches white

I tell her that she is a skeleton with one day left
And she smiles and tells me that I am not

I cut her open to paint the moat red
And she bleeds sand as she lays dying by the water

I use her bones to make a sandcastle
With a tower made of her clavicle that the sun bleached white




Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-07-31 at 01:09

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SlipThruCracks
Ah! A new one! Excellente!

I like this... I like the utter starkness of it, if that makes sense? Starkness. Yes. That is a good word for the overall mood of this. I like it.

Incidentally, I have much to speak of with you. You should sign onto AIM at some point in the near future before I start spamming every known address and place where you have an account in order to talk to you. Or ever better, why don't we see each other in person sometime before hell freezes over?

<3
2005-08-01


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
hm... with the choice of words and the imagery they create, im thinking this is not a pleasant quiet afternoon at the beach, you know... ill be honest, im not too certain what its about but i did enjoy how it sounded... very descriptive... and it got my mind to go off into my thoughts which is something i appreciate immensely when i read other people's poetry... nice work... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-07-31


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
sounds like an everlasting loop - and the suns shines down.
2005-07-31