Like Butter

July 22, 2011
Thrusting picket signs painted with the color of the sky the cardboard was carving through
*like butter*
Her throat was swelling up with the threat to cry
But she painted a sunny day behind her eyelids
and let one tear slip by

The self tied ropes around his ribs were forcing the air out of his empty lungs
and he choked on nothing because nothing was sucked back in
and they laughed in his face
and their spit burned his skin

She felt the thin stems between her thumb and forefinger as she slipped daisies in his gun barrel
the white daisies that grew in his weapon like weeds
and he watched her put them there
and she watched him grit his teeth

He stood behind caution tape looking down a tunnel
with no light at the end
and they frowned
*and they smiled*
with his heart in their hand

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FlyleafFreak said...
Jul. 28, 2011 at 10:12 am
This is the best poem I have ever read on this site so far. Stunningly vivid images i liked how you put actions and thoughts in asterics. 5/5 and a favorite for sure. beautiful, keep it up
MNSTRcooki replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 12:56 am
wow! thankyou so much:D
ericksito69 said...
Jul. 26, 2011 at 8:19 pm
very good, very strong 
MNSTRcooki replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 12:56 am
thankyou! im glad u enjoyed it:3
Juliainstead said...
Jul. 26, 2011 at 5:27 pm
This is great. Keep writing!
MNSTRcooki replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 12:57 am
thankyou so much!:D i will
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