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12-25-05, 11:45 AM | #1 | |
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"Concrete Bottles"
IP:
Madusa's snakes, Slither along blank Gaze; to pronounce On darkened seams Of a glass house. Their stare binds The weak mind. As I etch a cross Into the last waltz, Dragging behind Subtle led strides. Kicking the weight Of malice worlds Off brittle shoulders, To hear the shatter Of fragile footing. Lost in Madusa's Most solid trance. I've fallen threw, And gotten drenched. As she pitches Me to shallow ponds To weight her ship. And here I drown. Just to be pulled Aboard on final gasp. As the sun pats The sea on its back, Before taking its hold. Medusa loves to watch. Sh-She's a voyeur, EXCITED BY MY COUGH! Giggles as her toy Ship is juggled now By cackling clowns. Twisted grins fumble A plastic glee; They simply fallow... Gazing; blinklessly They do as she, And her stone Action figure hopes For a sort of ease In the bottles throat. Day by day water Grows scarce. Noah's arc wears God's kiss never more; Initial purpose served. But what of Noah... And his masterfull arc After water lost heart? Madusa's glare Has sifted the sea. Seperated the last Drop of dense ocean, And created a beach. As the water dissolves, Wounds are breached By the callous of salts. Here, I drown. Choking down The sands of lost Time and past. My prison intesified; Pried of Ahabs lines, And set in hourglass. There she watches. Meticulous as ever, With magnifine glass In hand she stares. The fire in her eye Ripples in the sky. The heat triples With every fine glance She passionately lands. ........ The next morning.
My head seams lost Within the pain Of forgotten memory. Stomach trembles In the fears of unknown. The pain more trouble Than one could bare. Choking thin air, I reach for the bottle. "Fuck.... This one's empty." As I stare down Misused anesthesia, I hesitantly find... .....nestled within My lasting addiction, Awaits a victim. Every emotion here. The bottom half just Rests itself in a smile... While the other half Frowns in disgust. And then I see it, The absolute low; Into the center Of the bottom I dive, To find Madusa's Twisted gaze... As I listen closer; ... Tip the bottle As she flows outward. |
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