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Pearls
Contributed by
Suz
on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 09:22:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The delicate drops of pearls on my neck
are knives. And they are digging, deeper.
Sitting loosely and shadowed by my jaw,
yet straining at the clasp on the side of my
neck. They are straining to meet all at once
and implode into a singularity to replace
the hard lump in my throat.
And from that naked singularity, that white
and infinitely small point, there will come a
force. This force is going to be so strong
that it will suck the tears on my reddened
cheeks and broken lips back. And the tears
will soak back in through pores. My veins
and long-lived arteries will swell and then
burst as my blood it too called by the force.
Silver hoops will snap out of my ears and
silver rings that kept my fingers ornate will
all meld into the white speck in my collapsing
throat. My breath will still flow through me
although I will only be a few grayed carbon
remains tossing and playing in the wind.
But I will not dare leave the surround made
by the chain that laced through the pearls.
And my heat, my breath, and my livelyness
will remain, for I was innocent. Death was not
my intention when I put on the pearls you had
given me.
Copyright ©
Suz
... [
2004-03-20 21:22:09] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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