The blade of heavy rusted metal
sinks deep into the earths flesh
as I lay my weight upon its shoulders,
letting my teardrops moisten her skin.
Under the Moons scolding silence
I cut her until she bleeds mud
and my eyes darken watching the torture,
letting my breaths take hers away.
With the wind trying to slap sense back to me
I lay the blade at my side and let my heart shrink
to accomodate for the hole I can dig no deeper.
As I descend into the home
made of surrounding walls that crumble
to suffocate me with the pain I cause,
I close my eyes and lower my head in shame.
Upon the earths blood, sweat, and my tears
I lay my heavy burdens down
and soak in the pulse of shadow and fear,
resigning my will and my power of worthiness...
In this, the grave I have dug through life,
I lay down in a death of scolding silence;
waiting for more tears, blood and life-
to cover my heavily burdened shoulders
with the soil I have created.
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wow this is an awesome write!!the use of descriptive language is phenomonal. I love how each stanza refers to nature and earth, makes it so much more dark and creative. bloody brilliant.
Goodluck in the contest
All the best.
~Hollow~
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Thanks
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Dark and metaphoric...........I like it! Is it all metaphoric or is there maybe a "burrying alive" thing going here??? Thats how it seemed at first, that she was burrying herself, but then it all seemed like an example of her thoughts...Just curious! Great job hun!
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It was originally literally her digging her own grave...then I twisted it until it became metaphoric.
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