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you are made of glass, lit with fireflies and
firemen and fireflowers. i can see the heat
tremble like smoke to the black sky as you
tap on your jaw.

pearls slide to the cherry pits of your stomach,
tickled with daisies and ipecac syrup to
gut you like an oyster.
hollow boy, save the glow caught between
your transient, transparent bones- i can see
the snakes in your stomach writhing, pulled
taut and shelled like intestines, wrought like
a chain necklace about your throat.

you are gauze-between-
my-fingers-and-gauze-between-my-fingers,
and-gauze-between-my-fingers, and-gauze-
oh, like a butterfly locked inside its chrysalis,
oh, with cotton wings sticking as they become
viscous in the water, oh, the death of something
beautiful, more beautiful than you.
:iconohsostarryeyed:

Author's Comments

like an easily broken jaw. but not really.

a few concepts that wouldn't leave me alone.

EDIT:THANK YOU SO MUCH TO *rottenpeeches AND ^LadyLincoln FOR THE DD!

Daily Deviation

Given 2009-06-29

a jaw of glass by ~ohsostarryeyed, as the suggester noted so eloquently: reminds me of a globe one could hold in their hands, all the glitter rising amongst the little scene inside, bright colors and dark fixtures unaware of the shell that protects them. As the poem continues, the globe is cracked and splinters into several pieces, the speaker knowing with all their heart they must lick their wounds clean and move on. (Suggested by *rottenpeeches and Featured by ^LadyLincoln)

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:iconshatteredawe:
It's not at all long or suffocating but it fleets from point to point in a really beautiful and interesting manner. :heart:
:icongir-gir:
Stanza three is just... <3.

I'm still jealous of your skills with words. DX Loan me just a teensy drop of your talent? Please? DX

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With love,

*Gir-Gir

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Fly me away,
take me away,
:iconsuko-chan:
you are gauze-between-
my-fingers-and-gauze-between-my-fingers,
and-gauze-between-my-fingers, and-gauze-
oh,


Pure love!

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Characteristically, she's perfectly interesting, stunning and beautiful -- Personally, I think you should hate her guts.

=writingclub
:iconocd-arsonist:
i lovee-love-love this! one of my faavourites of yours now.

hollow boy, save the glow caught between
your transient, transparent bones- i can see
the snakes in your stomach writhing, pulled
taut and shelled like intestines, wrought like
a chain necklace about your throat.


that's just.. woah.


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where are you now?
:iconlosingmyfaith:
good work, i love the first stanza (:

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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
:iconrottenpeeches:
:faint:

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"Don't poison everything."
Saul Bellow.
:iconawasteof-paint:
you are made of glass, lit with fireflies and
firemen and fireflowers.


:heart: :heart: :heart: i loveeee that.

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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.
:iconvelocity07:
I love this.
"gut you like an oyster"--I don't know why but that line got to me somehow.
This is great! :clap:
:iconp0laroids:
you are made of glass, lit with fireflies and
firemen and fireflowers. i can see the heat
tremble like smoke to the black sky as you
tap on your jaw.


my god.
how does the world not combust into flames when you write something as beautiful as this? :heart:

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