Even avalanches couldn't stifle
her.
mouth wide open
stealing all the air in the room-
leaving nothing left
clean.
Like dirty, dirty, dirty
running water, red and cold.
She was forever painfully bold,
bone twistingly brave
was she.
and all her lies you could not help but believe,
believe, believe....
snow can't bury everything.
8 comments:
Love the strong metaphors & classy last line. :-)
dark, it speaks of snow but it has a strange darkness and the last line is pure and driven...
I love the flow of this, the the vivid imagery emphasized by the line breaks gives that quietly dark quality in contrast to the snow imagery. wonderful.
love the twist in the ending.
and all her lies you could not help but believe,
believe, believe....
snow can't bury everything.
Engaging piece!
I have to agree with everyone else, this just touched me. It's been too long since I came for a good read and your words always get a real reaction out of me. I loved "stealing all the air in the room-leaving nothing left." An amazingly unique idea. I supose nothing can bury everything, especially snow.
Yeah, this one flows and cuts. I especially like "running water, red and cold". Don't ask me why I like that line - I find the most haunting lines are usually the ones I can't explain.
really like the jux -- the small of "her" and the magnitude of the avalanche. great image. nice site.
hmm. interesting. the part about lies at the end makes one question the whole poem one has read. doubt all that has been heard. hmm indeed.
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