my skull is seeping
through the fine layer of muscle
and into the dimensions
of my face
I am human,
my questions sent
in unaddressed envelopes
to an unapologetic shadow
of what I used to define as God
but in truth we are all
house flies
in search of a loophole
through a clear glass barrier
that drips with irony
I am human
but my pleading death-rattle
is the same as every creature
and I will die
in plain view
of the only real Eden,
cheekbones jutting into my skin
until it hangs
as transparent as God
Author notes
[for aesthete]
style cues from:
something vague
gold mine gutted
haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
A contest entry
- Bright Eyes by Aesthete.
400 points, ended November 9, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, que bonita! me gusta lo!


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Personally I don't like the "I am human" repetition -
otherwise I think the images are excellent and your final stanza simply perfect -
House flies, wow, I was so hoping to be a little more, but I guess that'll have to do [ for now ]
This is everything that I'm not,
yet I must say that I really liked it.
I think it is a great piece of writing.
Loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce 
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"but in truth we are all
house flies
in search of a loophole
through a clear glass barrier
that drips with irony"
Pretend you got George's [Death of the Author] comment twice - but from two different people.

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Right. I like this A LOT. Therefore I am only going to point out the things I don't like. Because the rest is perfect

Actually, fuck that. I re-read it and decided I didn't not like anything. Guh, how boring!
Love it ^-^

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this is my kind of write. You can see transparently.


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I identify with this completely. A really beautiful piece... this is brutal somehow, and yet far from vulgar.. it's just simply wonderful and true. as always, congratulations on existing


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This is amazing. I seriously got a chill reading from the 3rd stanza to the 4th. The 3rd stanza is really chilling. I love the thought that we're just desperately searching for a loophole. If you search hard enough for something you will find it, but that doesn't mean that what you find will hold any truth. I love how you describe us as fly's as well. Our lives are so short and we're so small that on a cosmic scale, we literally don't even exist.
(I didn't know you were such a great writer, well done)

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