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Free verse № 43492

Saline drip to the eye

by INTRANSIT

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Mar 2003 · 3 comments

Bereft of all color. Her winds, stolen Churning blood, sapped, squeezed, discarded. Undefineable skies. Sponged until cracked. Excavated to invisibleness. Murdered, pelted, ground. Remnants: A chalky ashen ball too hostile for bacteria or virus. The moon now has more character. subliminal milky ooze.

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[10] horus8 12-Mar-03/1:58 AM Reply
GQT AWARDE 10!
[9] Caducus 12-Mar-03/5:28 AM Reply
Impressive, love the images in this 'A chalky ashen ball', Dario Argento used a nice line for dead eyes: four flies on grey velvet, you got a Q TiP aWaRdE ask him to say what 4, vote(9)
[8] Jill Stockinger 1-Jan-21/11:38 AM Reply
Really liked the second stanza, relates so beautifully to the title, creates an amazing picture of the diseased eye.