...quiet, about a lot of things...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Ode to my Body...At Least It's Wrapper
I have the skin of a snake.
Though I can not shed it.
Free myself.
In one birthing push, cast off
this vague impresssion.
Start anew.
My scales become fissures.
Some cracks turned to blood
red cuts.
More than death, less than life.
The skin of a snake! I long
to shed.
Centered, cracked right down the middle.
Open and ready, I want.
I want.
wlf 1:00pm
Finally, following a readwritepoem prompt... Geez, what a long dry spell..It's just spittin rain now..But Hey..it's something!
Though I can not shed it.
Free myself.
In one birthing push, cast off
this vague impresssion.
Start anew.
My scales become fissures.
Some cracks turned to blood
red cuts.
More than death, less than life.
The skin of a snake! I long
to shed.
Centered, cracked right down the middle.
Open and ready, I want.
I want.
wlf 1:00pm
Finally, following a readwritepoem prompt... Geez, what a long dry spell..It's just spittin rain now..But Hey..it's something!
5 Comments:
I want, I want! I like it... I don't know how to shed that snakeskin though!
I like the placement of your words. It looks like a snake slithering through the grass!
I really liked "In one birthing push, cast off/this vague impression"; nice imagery!
Intriguing imagery. I keep coming back to read this.
yow! that was awesome!
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