Replying to a comment on:

Saline drip to the eye (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Bereft of all color. Her winds, stolen Churning blood, sapped, squeezed, discarded. Undefineable skies. Sponged until cracked. Excavated to invisibleness. Murdered, pelted, ground. Remnants: A chalky ashen ball too hostile for bacteria or virus. The moon now has more character. subliminal milky ooze.

Caducus 12-Mar-03/5:28 AM
Impressive, love the images in this 'A chalky ashen ball', Dario Argento used a nice line for dead eyes: four flies on grey velvet, you got a Q TiP aWaRdE ask him to say what 4, vote(9)




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001