There are bodies
lying on the floor
in my mind.
They are dead,
they are whores
they are unkind.
They always speak
when the world is silent
and insecure.
I am afraid
of what they meant
when they called me impure.
Did I offend them?
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A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
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Comments
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There is an interesting contradiction within this piece. They are corpses, acknowledged as dead, and yet they still have the power to make the individual doubt his/herself. 'Twould seem the speaker has allowed him/herself to become enslaved to something better left buried. This is a fascinating piece, and its brevity adds impact to its message. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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I'm glad you like a good metaphor...
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