Dirt and Glitter

I'm not all that cold

I'd like to scream

but I can't

you've sellotaped my mouth

(Smashed the mirror

so I can't see your face)

I have a heart

I'd like to scream

(but I can't.

You took it away)

 

Cuts on my skin

(have dirt and glitter in)

speak for themselves,

but through all my hardened layers

You still can't see me.

 

And for all the clichéd endings

this is not what I intended

 

I swear.

 

(swinging from my noose)

 

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

wow.
i especially love the title. Dirt and Glitter - it's all contrasting and it made me really attracted to the poem.

(see, I can give fancy reviews! with words like "contrast" and everything!)

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Whoa!! Very dark, the description drips like blood from that smashed mirror. There are so many ways these words can be interpreted. The final line and image really cling to my eyes, and image that won't leave. Excellent! A darkly delicious poem.

~Menander

[Cassidy Mask]

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I like it very muchly
v dark
v disturbing
... love it :D