Benedict Arnold

Member since 2004 · Posted 18 Jan 2004 · 1 comment

The stuff of dreams you are magical air and crystal smoke, blowing through the mirrors of illusion A glimpse of the past Lessons for the future, A full-course feast, including cardboard beneath You made me choke you down and handed me a glass of poison to aid the flow Patted my back and kept your claws sheathed as I swallowed the wholeness of you, dryness and all one fell swoop of coordinated attacks slit my balloon, bleeding red as I fell down and down, the seams unraveling in my parachute

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[8] basit_i 18-Jan-04/10:48 PM Reply

"crystal smoke", "cardboard beneath", "slit my balloon, bleeding red as i fell"---these scintillate.
"glimpse of past/lessons for future": too much approaching clichee. but, overall, good. salutations.