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Post by foolishheart on Aug 1, 2008 20:23:34 GMT -5
When mercury spills on my tear stained face, and all that's left is a rancid taste, I decline to speak but it matters less, than any sleeper of yesterday or today.
When mercury spills onto my breasts, lumps in motion contrive a demeaning narrative, an assent unto nothingness, darker than the rest, of all my days and nights comparative.
When mercury spills into my veins, darkness is the blanket which covers a cold soul, until at last what comes out from within, resembles something better, changed, whole.
When mercury spills into my mouth all my words come rolling out like dark pearls on an oyster bed of lies where rose petals bleed a sad demise.
When mercury spills into my heart pulling into light what I had stuffed into dark corners and corridoors and outside the fence, wreaks havoc on my emotions with no defense.
When mercury spills into my life, when choices were made to not be a wife, and ten thousand regrets pound in my head, until every childhood dream is finally bled dry, and mercury spills.
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Post by annbkeller on Aug 7, 2008 5:02:01 GMT -5
Excellent! This piece is very visual.
Thanks for posting this one.
Ann B. Keller
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