Seven Crows by Merlyn-Gabriel |
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.
I am
the frenzied heartbeat
the whispered gossip you can almost hear
the gibbering beggar on your corner
I am
the madman in your basement
the lady with vulgarly smeared lipstick
the lunatic in your attic
I am
the eleventh toe
the devil in the details
the feather in your pillow that pokes your dreams
I am
the frayed wire
the kink in the system
the unaverted catastrophe
I am
the sinkhole of irrationality into which you slide
bit by bit
180 degrees from okay.
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7 comments:
How do you come up with these? Fantastic.
ha. i love the directness in this...and some very original imagery...the madman in the basement and the lipstick smeared woman...ha, def a fav stanza...haunting...secrets can def be like that...
wonderfully creative, mi amiga.
agree with Brian...the madman im the basement...the lipstick smeared woman. wonderful picturesque imagery
gracias
Wowww. A plunge into madness. I love the feather part. That's how it starts....
Forgive the profanity: fuck, that was good! You're an inspiration, lady!
This was awesome. Loved it
I'm so glad I went back to this challenge - this is an awesome response to the prompt, LM. I love the almost nursery counting song approach you took with it.
My favourite is the 'feather in your pillow that pokes your dreams'.
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