#1
I have such tenderness for fragile creatures,
glass figures poised at the point of unrest
the moment before the sound barrier breaks.
That crescendo
pouring into their ears:
sour notes of
relationships,
uneasy homes,
dissatisfaction,
fear of compromising
the dream.
All I can hear is a sharp ringing
that never quite fades.
But god, through their translucent forms
a fury, viciously beautiful
and struggling to be felt.

Warm their cold glass with a soft touch
before they shatter
into a million shimmering fragments.
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If I'm not raw, I'm just a bit underdone.
Last edited by Svetlova at May 5, 2011,
#3
I think this was written well, with a nice flow and good word choice. That being said I simply couldnt connect with it, I didnt feel anything. but maybe its just me.
#4
"Warm their cold glass with a soft touch
before they shatter
into a million shimmering fragments."

Made me instantly picture that image in my mind.