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geometry (Free verse) by skaskowski

i laugh as the blood makes recognizable shapes on the tile floor i don't need this anymore how can love be a cradle when the baby is stillborn? how can life deem me able when i am only able to harm? my tears streak down my face and are pink on the dirty floor, who needs thought anymore? how can embrace be a cure to an incurable disease? how can i be sure that there is reason to breathe???

anonymous 2-Jul-01/4:55 PM
this comes close to having real power. I think the rhythm is just a little off. maybe more punctuation would help; I could be misreading it. "How can" -- jolts me out of the flow of it, both times. like you're resorting to filling in the gaps instead of bleeding out the words.




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