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I have become the wounded animal I warned you of I rebel against your reserve with soft skeletal stares searching for a drifting dark dream to inhabit. I write around the bones of my being and bleeding Every word a memory of tears, temptation and teeth....an infinite aching need To torture truth and time, as though meaning would bring merce, and knowing would be salvation enough I want to tast terrible light. Communion taken on a different tongue I want to birth babies blank faced and ferocious, fighting fo rforgiveness without ever falling I want to fing the words to release the wounded animal.
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ack, this's tres cool! the last stanza runs togteher a little bit much, in my ears -- though if you can change it without sarificing that *rushing* you've achieved, it would *click* into place. VERY nice -- welcome to poetry conference!
Yeah, welcome. (Ignore her, by the way, I like the last stanza just the way it is :)
yeah-yeah! bravo..and all that...this is slick! and..like they said...welcome to the poetry confrence
And what a bold and strong entrance it is! One slide in and you've already made your mark!
Bienvenidos, Senorita Poeta. (In English) Welcome, Miss Poet.
thanks all
"Communion taken on a different tongue" Wow. What a cool phrase. Some of the alliteration seems a little forced, but on a second reading it seemed to work better. I'll throw in my lot with those who would like to see more line breaks in the last stanza.
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