Paper Skin

by Mello193   Oct 15, 2012


Her eyes were the color of faraway love
where temptation feared to tread
all was lost to her
all was new to her
in her winter land
catching snowflakes on her twisted tongue
all was barren there
where the land was cold and bare

her hair was the color of suns reflection
where sunshine dared not go
all was cold to her
all was free from her
in her winter land
catching snowflakes on her twisted tongue
all was deathly there
where the skies were cold and bare

her skin was paper white
cutting each who'd loved
papers drenched in tears and blood
skin so scarred and red
her wrists cried out to the voices that never spoke
to the sun that never shined
to the still running waters
to the rain that she had cried

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  • 11 years ago

    by Rusheena

    This is beautiful and tragic. I love the metaphors and the repetition. It made your story eerie, even though the imagery in the first stanza and most of second suggested otherwise, and I could tell that your story wouldn't have a happy ending. Excellent job.

  • 11 years ago

    by Max

    Amazing poem I agree with Abed a lil punctuation would be cool in here

    but come on this poem the tone and the way you wrote it; charming. I dk what to say on this seriously I love this so much they way you connected it to cold winter and the way you repeated those lines was fantastic

    really great job
    welcome back btw

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    <sun's reflection> just add the apostrophe.

    I have no idea why you did not punctuate, but this is a MASTERPIECE from you.
    I loved it so so so much.

    Your opening felt (creativity and format wise) perfect.

    I think the 1st and 3rd stanzas are more powerful, but anyway... very well done with this.

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