Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Red Thread

Fingers gripping
red strings of fate tied
to my pinky
Barely holding
Slip
Slip
down.
Breaking, fraying
hold on tight
but it can’t

hold me
up anymore.
The divide
black, sucking
caverns of craggy teeth
mouths
hands
fraying string
red as blood.
Echoing cries of
“please”
Slip, slip, down
don’t
bother
no one’s coming.
I’ve got to
let go.
That
red string’s
slipping
down.

3 comments:

  1. Oh gosh XD mental breakdown for a moment there. That was so beautiful. it's the style of writing ellen hopkins does. wow. I like this a lot. Smooth. You also know that i love the two story thing going on with the writing on the right. awesome!

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  2. This is amazing. :) Simple yet so powerful. And the writing on the right!! O.O I had to reread it due to the epicness. Loved it! :D

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    1. Thank you so much! I love double poems, I've always wanted to give writing them a try! :)

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