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Slipknot

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Hazard!

Proclaims the electrical orange.

Stretched taut.

The chords begging to be pulled back

And slapped into one another.

Like her thighs used to do.

Into her flesh.

The alarming orange escalates into a bitter desperate red...

Scratched into an angry sunset.

Fingernail hieroglyphics encrypt her neck

As a last attempt for a promised sunrise.

Jelly trickles from eyeballs burst.

A hint of green clings to her shirt,

Where the windows of her soul,

Have rolled down her cheeks and into the whiteness of the cotton.

Yesterdays dinner litters her jean ankles.

And the hotness that made it's exit from her hours ago,

Had splashed into the creek below her,

Only to be washed downstream for drinking water.

A breeze blows across the creek.

Shifting her tear stained hair.

A most gentle caress.

The forgiveness she could never find for herself.

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Tell me if I'm right... this is a poem about death, either suicide or murder... (I'm inclined to think suicide, from the ending: "the forgiveness she could never find for herself.") The orange tape is hazard tape or police tape or...

Tell me if I'm right... this is a poem about death, either suicide or murder... (I'm inclined to think suicide, from the ending: "the forgiveness she could never find for herself.") The orange tape is hazard tape or police tape or whatever-the-hell tape they put up to block people off from a crime/death scene. The images in this poem are sharp and clear and striking. I think this is beautiful and terrifying all wrapped up together.

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Slipnot. I think the anwser is "hanging" in front of you. I love the way the cord begs to be pulled into each other, so descriptive. And "A hint of green clings to her shirt" woah!...The hot in the creek hours ago, You put this one out of the...

Slipnot. I think the anwser is "hanging" in front of you. I love the way the cord begs to be pulled into each other, so descriptive. And "A hint of green clings to her shirt" woah!...The hot in the creek hours ago, You put this one out of the park Wicked.

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Thanks guys Orange is the weapon of choice - industrial strength extension cord. It is a suicide that has yet to be noticed. I wanted to capture the relief for this woman. The peace that FINALLY came. It has been playing in my head when I try to...

Thanks guys Orange is the weapon of choice - industrial strength extension cord. It is a suicide that has yet to be noticed. I wanted to capture the relief for this woman. The peace that FINALLY came. It has been playing in my head when I try to sleep so I had to put it on paper

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Many are quick to be dismissive of "suicide poetry." This is a perfect example of why it shouldn't be. After reading the piece I began to search for a word to describe the sense I drew from the poem and Nyssa settled it for me, terrifying. ...

Many are quick to be dismissive of "suicide poetry." This is a perfect example of why it shouldn't be. After reading the piece I began to search for a word to describe the sense I drew from the poem and Nyssa settled it for me, terrifying. Thanks wicked. Disturbing Monday morning read. :)
Vango, always the tongue in cheek observation. Hehe...

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One life to live my friend-let's make it fun, let's make it great.

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