7.07.2011

looking glass

glossy moonlight hate
water swirls crimson, scars picked
off in nasty sheets
cream-swaddled wretched cringing
but your call: hey, beautiful.
Posted by Marian at 9:10 AM
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7 comments:

  1. BubbaJuly 7, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    Very telling, this one. Love the rescue at the end.

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  2. cosmos camiJuly 7, 2011 at 11:26 AM

    Can I just echo Bubba here.
    Beautiful wording.

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  3. MarianJuly 7, 2011 at 12:15 PM

    thank you! (scratch, scratch)

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  4. ScottlBJuly 10, 2011 at 1:23 PM

    Painful but still looking good

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 10, 2011 at 2:35 PM

    Such a vision of pain, and the turn around in the last line... the saving grace of a beloved voice from nightmare imaginings.

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  6. BerowneJuly 10, 2011 at 6:25 PM

    It's been decided: you can write...

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  7. MarianJuly 10, 2011 at 9:13 PM

    hah! thank you. telling it like i see it, as they say.

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