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topic: destiny in a paper bag
by Rachelle Howei was smoked by my own cigarette.
it smoldered between shaky fingertips,
these last glow afterthoughts.
and i was found there, with my swaggering
speculations. they lost me, they left me hanging.
the noose was tight, it fit
perfectly around my throat, and
when the chair was kicked, i heard
the sickening snap.
twitch. i hung there
like a suspended mannequin,
my flesh colder than the ice
that had slid out of my glass and
clinked onto the floor.
i had dropped it, i mused.
spilled that dollar twenty-five
all over the white tile
but would they find me...
10/16/2003 Author's Note: okay. i don't really like the ending. but! this topic was given to me by don coffman. who is just beyond words. i adore that boy. welcome to my insanity, i say! okay. as you guys all know, my improv pieces i usually don't cut. though, due to great demand for the chopping block, i've got it revised. sink your teeth in, you hearty foes! *GRIN*
Posted on 10/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/16/03 at 02:50 PM I love the openness of it |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/16/03 at 02:53 PM morbidly brilliant i must say... |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/17/03 at 02:50 AM Wow, this is exquisite. You are beyond words. I can only really repeat what the others have said, to praise it's openness and dash of morbiness I adore. Mmhmm, brilliant for sure. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/17/03 at 02:10 PM i LOVE the third verse...it is so powerfully descriptive...this poem rocks...although the last verse could be done without...but it's still written very well... |
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