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*SurrealCachinnation
How to Make Wings DisappearHow to make wings disappear:
pluck the downy feathers of
the angel, whose eyelashes flutter
like hummingbirds' wings,
as you jab nails into white palms
and lap up the blood that trickles
down her limbs.
confine her behind tarnished brass bars
forged by trust and strengthened by fear,
and train her to sing lullabies
with strained vocal chords
until each bloody sun rises.
admire the sweetness of her lips
as she serenades you sorrowfully;
this is love--is it not?
cherish the ivory bones
that creek beneath your weight,
and every last thump. thump.
thumpthumpthump
of her rapidly beating heart.
And then walk away,
knowing you g
NathanielHe told me he would
take me on a picnic
of strawberries and wine,
in an Italian vineyard
...and then he was gone.
All that remained
were memories of
kisses we shared,
engulfed in soft city lights,
and a tattered napkin
bearing a hastily scribbled
message with cruel words:
My pilgrimage is,
by nature,
endless.
Around my shoulders,
lightly bruised
by a lover's (goodbye) kisses,
I wrapped a shawl,
and daydreamed of falling
from the marble balcony,
like a tarnished Euro,
into the Trevi fountain.
I tossed the note
to the wind that whispered
"Nathaniel" in my ear,
and let it drift down alleys
into the Tiber,
where it cou
LingerieEvery woman owns one garment
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not
pluck the downy feathers of
the angel, whose eyelashes flutter
like hummingbirds' wings,
as you jab nails into white palms
and lap up the blood that trickles
down her limbs.
confine her behind tarnished brass bars
forged by trust and strengthened by fear,
and train her to sing lullabies
with strained vocal chords
until each bloody sun rises.
admire the sweetness of her lips
as she serenades you sorrowfully;
this is love--is it not?
cherish the ivory bones
that creek beneath your weight,
and every last thump. thump.
thumpthumpthump
of her rapidly beating heart.
And then walk away,
knowing you g
take me on a picnic
of strawberries and wine,
in an Italian vineyard
...and then he was gone.
All that remained
were memories of
kisses we shared,
engulfed in soft city lights,
and a tattered napkin
bearing a hastily scribbled
message with cruel words:
My pilgrimage is,
by nature,
endless.
Around my shoulders,
lightly bruised
by a lover's (goodbye) kisses,
I wrapped a shawl,
and daydreamed of falling
from the marble balcony,
like a tarnished Euro,
into the Trevi fountain.
I tossed the note
to the wind that whispered
"Nathaniel" in my ear,
and let it drift down alleys
into the Tiber,
where it cou
that remains tucked away,
saved for special occasions
when it will be seen.
It is almost always midnight
black, or blood red, and
covered in lace, or made
of mesh, soft and delicate
as the skin it covers.
Such things should be hidden,
lest the owner be labeled
as something other than "lady."
It has a power we can't
control, one that transforms
denim and cotton clad
ragdolls into Barbies,
perfectly proportioned plastic,
smooth and flawless hourglasses
that turn on command.
We groan and flinch
as satin strings pull us
apart and together,
and heartstrings are plucked
as we scrutinize our reflection;
we are not
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The Prizes
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Winners from Volume 1
*MeganLawler94 won a comment/critique from me. =Keko-Meko won 50Interested in being Featured?
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I'd love critique on this: [link] Thanks!
I would love a critique on this
But you've done all the others, so I guess I can excuse it. This time.
I am not completely relieving my critiquing occupation
I'll probably be looking at it over the weekend or early next week.