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I used to dream that I had
candles growing out of my head,
protruding like a cluster
of white horns, eternally lit,
dribbling wax masking my face.
I would wake—sweating, panting—
in the night and tiptoe outside,
clutching a matchbox
as if it were a holy book,
where one by one
I would scorch my fingers black
and whisper your name—
each flame across my skin
accompanied by
your image,
your scent,
your voice
telling me to stop hiding,
please, for the love of God,
stop hiding.
candles growing out of my head,
protruding like a cluster
of white horns, eternally lit,
dribbling wax masking my face.
I would wake—sweating, panting—
in the night and tiptoe outside,
clutching a matchbox
as if it were a holy book,
where one by one
I would scorch my fingers black
and whisper your name—
each flame across my skin
accompanied by
your image,
your scent,
your voice
telling me to stop hiding,
please, for the love of God,
stop hiding.
Literature
Hellfire
You see her nonsensical whims and think to yourself,
"nothing but a simpler state of mind."
Yet —
She hides behind an ivory mask,
skeleton smiles
and torpid mirth;
Radioactive sulfuric masses of artificial
crystalline lips upturned in an adamant curve.
Laughter echoing throughout hollow bones, concave and
just as empty as the cartilage ensnaring the vacant
smirk.
You can't fathom the netherworld tucked deep in her translucent limbs;
nor comprehend the frenzied howls from the fangs of a decaying Cerberus.
For when you will at last board Charon's ferry and float down the conflagrant waters of
Styx, regarding her perched upon a thro
Literature
Chemistry
She’s an explosion.
He’s the catalyst.
Literature
-
death knocks on your
door with a crooked little grin
and tells you that he'd like
his tea with two sugars, please,
and that you'd better start packing;
but only bring your valuables
because he's got no room in his hearse
for remorse
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My second entry for LiteraryPublications’s Winter Writing Event. The theme: Picturesque. The goal: to create either a story or two poems (I obviously went the poems route) using pictures from the group’s Favorites folder. This time, instead of going with the stanza limit, I went with the word count limit. This poem is 88 words. And since it’s significantly shorter than the last, I used 1 photo as inspiration for it. 
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Wondrous imagery, interesting concept, good flow and pacing... It seems strong and evocative, you did a good job of creating this from the word picturesque.