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invention of questions

this could be our
documentary
soundtrack would be
the tv you leave on
how every night
the orphan of us
grows lonelier
inside its shadow

here, clothes
remain in suitcases
we fear hanging
preferring bruised
from travel

the manager
tells us
previously
she was beautiful
before the hammer struck
before the man
smashed open her head
and broke it apart
as you undress me
i observe
the brushstrokes of blood

as you kiss me
the shadow is reduced to
the blood
the faith

the dying light

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this spooked me, chez! wow. i'm not used to reading this kind of piece from you. your imagery is brutally visual, to the point i could picture the scene immediately within the first few lines. on a critical note, i didn't like the repetition of "night" in Ls 6 & 7 or of "hammer" in Ls 19 & 22 but that's me. i'm a stickler for the use of antonyms, lol. :D

you have a knack for conclusions. your final five lines are a great ending. the metaphor that lives there is stark and real. wonderful work, lovely one. :)

~lori

"I am the lonely soul of a waterfall."

Yes I agree with your points, I posted it quickly and now see they are not necessary to the flow, thanks my friend :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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This is bloody (sorry!) devastatingly and hauntingly sublime, the first two paragraphs a poem unto itself,
but you go on....creating a Matryoshka poem.

~A

leave me a little stunned but I humbly thank you for it, it's a different style as I rarely write dark but some things observed or read just make the muse react.

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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Yes this is very bloody and violent. I see in your writing how when the pen moves it's like a mystery. The words comes out of thin air at times. I've written some rather crazy stuff. They just come without much effort.
If I try to write sensible it takes lots if effort like going through a dry spell. You imagery is really good. There is no way to lose interest before the ending

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