The smooth, pale, barren skin
Untouched, unbroken, unharmed
Shadowed by the ice-cold blade
That rests inches away
Hovering above the unmarred shell
Of a quivering soul
With one quick swipe
It digs in
Tearing away the covering
And leaving blaring gashes
The monster is hungry
For another bite of flesh and blood
Its claws come out
And rake the burning battlefield
Leaving nothing
But a torrid carapace
And the faint beating
Of a heart
You really used the right diction to give your poem a tone of desparation/desolation. ( words like quivering, monster,blaring, rake, burning battlefield) I love the feeling of this poem.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I love your last four lines. They just flow so well.
-Caroline
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