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by Rowan Luisshe breathed in the small in-visible shards,
allowed them through her bloodstream
and cried on the outbreath,
as they sliced their precious route
11/07/2007 Author's Note: some days i am full of glass
Posted on 11/07/2007
Copyright © 2010 Rowan Luis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 11/08/07 at 12:52 AM Every day I'm full of glass, but that's the only way I'd have it. Your poem says much in few words - an admirable talent; one I've always been jealous of. Anyway, short poem, but very sweet; very nicely done. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/26/07 at 10:06 AM wonderful |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/02/08 at 04:13 AM maybe i'm too literal, but this feels like coughing blood... |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/13/09 at 12:38 PM oh, me too! me too! |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 03/13/09 at 12:38 PM oh, me too! me too! |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/09/10 at 11:55 AM Broken, shattered, and full of holes in which our souls hiss like steam a they depart the flesh on each exhale... Oh, to take hit on a soul and watch my lips bleed the truth as this poem does. Vivid images! |
| Posted by S. Kathleen Smith on 06/23/10 at 03:06 PM I love this : and I almost feel the author's note should be the last line of the poem. |
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