Dark and foreboding. In three stanzas you create the makings of a whole story and I found as I was reading I wanted to know more, to know what had happened, why it had happened and what could have occurred to justify the utter despair at the end. The imagery is powerful. Loved stitched lips, empty corner, darkness coming and the hauntingly beautiful loneliness of knowing not only that we die alone but, in this case, that no one will be coming for our stuff. I love the taste of salt in a wound. :-D
Dark and foreboding. In three stanzas you create the makings of a whole story and I found as I was reading I wanted to know more, to know what had happened, why it had happened and what could have occurred to justify the utter despair at the end. The imagery is powerful. Loved stitched lips, empty corner, darkness coming and the hauntingly beautiful loneliness of knowing not only that we die alone but, in this case, that no one will be coming for our stuff. I love the taste of salt in a wound. :-D
I'd like to consider myself an honest poet. I write what comes to me. I write based on personal experiences and/or feelings and also some personal beliefs. I appreciate all feedbacks/cricism. .. more..