She wrote this in her notebook:
It’s a hole
A big black hole
No way around
The scent of dead bodies
No bridge
No ladder to climb down
and back up
Just an empty mouth
trying to swallow me.
Then she shut it
so the words
couldn’t escape
but they did;
they leaked
from between
the pages
and dripped
onto the floor
where they got tangled
in her sandals
and between her toes
and she fell
into them
and they swallowed her
and she disappeared.
10 comments:
We're all consumed by our writing, if we're good at it (maybe even if we're not). Nice take on prompt. Salute.
Hi Linda ~~ Very seldom is there a poem that I can visualize but this one I can!
I love the first part, all should end there. Finis.
But somehow he found out about these futile feelings and took advantage; too very, very bad.
Of course I visualized the literal reading. It was sad and gory for my feelings.
Very nice writing. I love your usage of all the and's and but's and how they kept the pace moving briskly.
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What an adventure. Life itself indeed.
Please have a good new week.
daily athens
quite a deep hole to fall into or be consumed by...interesting read.
A scary demise.
This is very well done..liked it..
I think every writer or artist will deeply understand and feel this piece.
Beautiful.
Wonderful writing. Unique poem for the prompt. Left me wondering.
Melanie
Yes, once we write, we can't control what happens to our words and ideas to well - I like how your capture how writing often takes on a life of its own!
visual and touching words.
masterful take.
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