Mutate.
March 31, 2008 at 9:33 am | In "Fifty Five Words ", Fiction, poetry, poésie | 13 CommentsReading, watching TV, or just lazing around,
Shopping, Cooking, or just pampering self,
Dinners, Evenings, or just plain nights,
Every waking moment, she lived memories,
Sweet memories,
of “him”.
Cigarette burns on her limbs,
Deep cuts on her thighs,
For every memory,
She left herself a souvenir.
A desperate effort
Effort to turn memories
“Torrid”
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It took a long time for me to think of something on the topic “Torrid”, writer’s island is becoming very challenging.. or may be I am turning dull day by day
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Comment by rustyneurons — March 31, 2008 #
Self harming, it is best to be away from the cause.
Powerful.
Comment by anthonynorth — March 31, 2008 #
Wow, Rambler. That’s not what I was expecting!
I have a lot of theories about this trend of self-mutilation. One of which is that if we’d let our kids exorcise their demons through music, they’d be a lot nicer to themselves.
And yes, I thought this prompt was hard, too. But once I started rolling with it, I had fun.
Comment by Susan Helene Gottfried — March 31, 2008 #
Powerful, wouldn’t have thought of using torrid like that but it works.
Comment by Absolute Vanilla (an — March 31, 2008 #
look at you just a walkin’ on that dark side… this is wonderful… now i am left only with the question,, are the cigarette burns and deep cuts symbolic… or real?????
Comment by paisley — April 1, 2008 #
every day sorta stuff in the secret name of love
Comment by OneMoreBeliever — April 1, 2008 #
hmm..sad…and dark
well written, even tho i don’t like the imagery [:(]…
(this is not a reflection on your poem, )
Comment by thinking aloud — April 1, 2008 #
Here I was drawing up pictures of contrasting days … active and entertaining contrasted by the easy quiet ones that intersperse them ….. till I came to the end …like walking into a wall !! Wham !! It was like a full stop ..black bold and final.
Comment by Shubd — April 1, 2008 #
wow…. totally…different.
i mean.. i dnt knw what i feel .. right now. it is the “jhapak” moment
i wrote smething.. got to post it.. of courzz it is not as good as yurs.. and i am havin 2nd tougths abt it
Comment by Veens — April 1, 2008 #
these kinda ideas are very dramatized.. movie inspired. coz i dont believe such things happen in real life. whatever happens in reality is also again movie inspired. sane people will never do such things unless one is already a psychoneurotic.
p.s. its different. nice to be experimenting
Comment by ssnab — April 1, 2008 #
Dark reality – descriptive and powerful! Well written
Comment by Tumblewords — April 2, 2008 #
Very well written. Pinching dark realities of life
Comment by BlueMist — April 2, 2008 #
ah!!! venturing on to the other side here .
i sort of liked it because it gives you this image in the head and the next moment its like wham lets go on a different route, the self – infliction one .
and i have seen it happen so i cant really say it isnt true, but very well the dark reality of life …
Comment by bluebutterfly — April 4, 2008 #