Why

July 30, 2009
By Jenny Liu BRONZE, Saint Louis, Missouri
Jenny Liu BRONZE, Saint Louis, Missouri
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twirling


she swung her hair flapping around her, alive like butterflies
her eyes were blank,
the color of light,
blind and winding circles like planes in the skyline

she sighed, the ache in her thighs and burn of the lies she felt
like she was dying


crawling, seeping out to feel his whispers
rubbing rubbery along hers


as he melted off, peeling back red and puddling beneath
like silver,
pooling in wells of slippery truth
studded with hollow cries

not again, she thought. and then she was lost



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on Aug. 11 2010 at 7:18 pm
DiamondsIntheGrass GOLD, Martinsville, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Worry is simply a misuse of the imagination.

i cant really understand this poem. 




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