Ladybug

January 8, 2009
RED...

like the crimson blood rushing,





rushing,

through my veins.
BLACK...

like the deepest crevice of my heart.

WINGS...

like those I wish to claim my
own, or otherwise steal from angels fallen...

SQUASHED...


beneath my thumb, smeared green goo upon my pale skin...

LADYBUG...

we are one.





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Amanda H. said...
Jan. 19, 2009 at 8:16 pm
Nora!!! this poem is great! the imagery is fantastic and I love you how connect yourself to small things, such as ladybugs! you've got a gift! :) <3 u! ~~~Amanda
 
Azahdan said...
Jan. 19, 2009 at 5:35 am
Yay! My favorite line is "Wings...like those I wish to claim my own"

I like how the mood kinda switches up from serious to more playful.
Nice job Nora.
 
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