Tiny Fingers

Posted: November 25, 2012 in Uncategorized
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She hooked a finger,

in her mouth

opening a gaping maw

inside this sullen hole

teeth and tongue,

but behind a shine

was it that of an eye,

closer to the mirror

nose touching glass,

stretching fingers out

not reaching,

breathing ragged

saliva ran from the

corner of lips,

pushing her fingers in

further over knuckles

back of hand

to wrist,

eyes widened fear

within,

was her finger bit,

struggling

to reach still choking

asphyxiating

pain clouded her mind,

not a beast, just her soul

she touched

as collapsing forward

shattered the mirror

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Comments
  1. Very interesting poetical proposal! I like the way you play with sensuality on this piece, particularly by the fact that is hard to create good images with short verses.

  2. slpmartin says:

    Oh my…what a story you tell.

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