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Crystal Walls.
The words are there,
Glittering in black ink,
Jetting out from an octopus,
Smearing the paper to blur her eyes.
They are rimmed in red,
Squinting in the dim light,
Nails bleeding from anxiety,
Stomach swooping in guilt.
These words denounce the future,
Saying what has not been said,
Ringing the truth of what is living inside her head,
Making her fall down again and again.
They string together like a paper chain,
Black dots from looking at the sun,
Fragments of shadows,
But it still prevails to be cryptic.
When her hands tear the paper into snowflakes,
Her heart beats faster and faster,
With each six-sided shread,
Her eyes widen to concave saucers.
The words are no longer there,
Having failed to be read,
A plague of what could have been,
Perishing inside her head.
The snowflakes plummet downward,
Forming an ice castle imprisoning her,
Until she can grasp onto the flame,
That burns the crystal walls away.
This is the first poem I have written in a long time. It's pretty raw and still needs to be carved. Any sort of comment would be lovely, please. =]
The words are there,
Glittering in black ink,
Jetting out from an octopus,
Smearing the paper to blur her eyes.
They are rimmed in red,
Squinting in the dim light,
Nails bleeding from anxiety,
Stomach swooping in guilt.
These words denounce the future,
Saying what has not been said,
Ringing the truth of what is living inside her head,
Making her fall down again and again.
They string together like a paper chain,
Black dots from looking at the sun,
Fragments of shadows,
But it still prevails to be cryptic.
When her hands tear the paper into snowflakes,
Her heart beats faster and faster,
With each six-sided shread,
Her eyes widen to concave saucers.
The words are no longer there,
Having failed to be read,
A plague of what could have been,
Perishing inside her head.
The snowflakes plummet downward,
Forming an ice castle imprisoning her,
Until she can grasp onto the flame,
That burns the crystal walls away.
This is the first poem I have written in a long time. It's pretty raw and still needs to be carved. Any sort of comment would be lovely, please. =]
