your skin is feather
white, and i imagine
littering your face
with half-moon marks;
i imagine
the noises you'd make,
like a chalkboard,
darling,
and i'm going to be the nails.
your screams
will be thunder,
a train screeching to a
stop.
i imagine
your eyes
are full of our dreams,
and i'll bring the nightmares
to the surface;
your skin is feather-white,
darling. you are a canvas waiting
to be drenched
in blood.














Comments
it reminds me of the song cheers, darling by damien rice.
excellent song btw.
you WINNN.
--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
With love,
*Gir-Gir
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Fly me away,
take me away,
this gave me the shivers.
you have so much variety, girl, I'm jealous.
--
this is who i am
escapist, paradise seeker
but in a good way.
--
"words are alive;
cut them and they bleed."
-ralph waldo emerson
--
*TheWritersMeow
A birthday is just a day, you say.
But it's a special day.
It's the day you first changed the world.
littering your face
with half-moon marks;
i imagine
&
your skin is feather-white,
darling. you are a canvas waiting
Minor suggestion:
'Drenched in blood' sounds all too familiar, and is nothing like the rest of the language used in the piece.
How about something that reminds one of blood instead of saying it outright? Unless that was intended.
the noises you'd make,
like a chalkboard,
darling,
and i'm going to be the nails.
your screams
will be thunder,
a train screeching to a
stop."
That part was gold.
And nice ending, didn't expect that.
--
"Don't be afraid to be deceived, for the world is already full of deception."
this made my hands tremble
and my heart sigh.
bloody fantastic <3
Well done!
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