by Star   May 15, 2020

The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds,
crafting pathways
for infections..

They keep feeding
on her seeping blood,
and finding comfort
in her twitching body.

Clots travel through
her fine green veins,
searching for a new
niche to exploit.


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  • 1 week ago

    by Shruti

    Oh that literal image is dark and painful ('crafting pathways for infections' and such) but I can't stop re-reading this, it's so good!
    I also keep forgetting that it's the voices that keep opening her wounds, and instead I keep imagining some kind of insects xD, but then I remember and the poem gets even better!

    • 1 week ago

      by Star

      I can think of many people who would get disgusted by the idea of insects.
      Thank you Shruti ^_^

  • 1 week ago

    by Rania Moallem

    I am leaving the same comment for both poems, you and Mark's, what did the both of you just write? I hope the randomness of the weekly takes both poems to the front.

    You both have different styles yet each had this magical atmosphere and honestly magical wording. I'm a 3rd to be left inspired.

    • 1 week ago

      by Star

      I cant believe this inspired you guys!
      Thank you ^_^

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