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The Jack o' Lanterns
A quiet glance back at a horizon
on fire - I am the only monster,
this Halloween and every other.
The subtle truth in my exterior
dwarfed by gourd and sickle; this town
finds what I cannot in
sideways glances.
Cross-stitched, branded -
your goddamn sideshow -
the pressing stench of soiled leaves
once red, horizon red,
nothing but the shade
digging my footsteps,
and the drip... swing...
of my new head.
Published 9th Feb 2014
| Edited 10th Feb 2014
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Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:42pm
10th Feb 2014 1:25am
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10th Feb 2014 1:31am
Not at all, I always appreciate critique!
My tendency to add too many "and"s strikes again, haha. The "and" in the second stanza certainly needs to go. As for the last "and", I need it there to introduce the idea after the leaves :)
My tendency to add too many "and"s strikes again, haha. The "and" in the second stanza certainly needs to go. As for the last "and", I need it there to introduce the idea after the leaves :)
Anonymous
- Edited 15th May 2018 9:42pm
10th Feb 2014 1:33am
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11th Feb 2014 3:32pm
