Symbiosis

Symbiosis

 

Wineglass eyes: sullen hue of pinched red

The foul stench of scorched earth surrounds his furrowed brows into a scowl

I quench each aggrieved bull's eye

My limp arms slink into his solid cold waste

I feed Symbiotically

I clench my eyes holding myself steady

I undergo this translucent thief that has stolen my other.

Author's Note

it would be helpful to get some feed back and critical critiques

Reviews

[KeeD]

First kudos to you for breaking out of the norm and just writing a poem that feeds from your imagination.
Now about the poem, I appreciate the connection between host and this dependent. It reads almost differently every time sparking forth different perceptions from its entirety. What resonates throughout though is the fact that it takes two to play this game of sorts and if the subject feels victimized in this piece it's very poetic.

[DeAn]

As I read this, I was invited to view this as a robot might or someone who is in a virtual matrix type world and the way they would see things. that is the impression I got.
I must say it was a very good and thorough write. it left me understanding it at the end but in confusion in the beginning, just a symbiote would be if they were desiring to be the programmer and not the programmed.

great job.

l8r g8r
-Tao

[Vannah]

awsome

[Wildfleour]

Superb!!!!!!!!!!!!