Swathed in gossamer, my sloping, formless everything
Sees itself reflected in the marketplace of gazes;
Spine erect, insides shoving against one another,
I digest silence between nine limestone teeth
which grind into
An almost-smile,
something effortless and gruesome,
Evidence of ill-use, like scattered eggshells
Sleeping in the soiled and feathered straw, unfertilized.
Soon someone’s dustsalt fingers find my leather tongue,
Which clicks whiplike against each of his questions:
“How old?” “Cook?” “Offspring?”
My body is a doorway. Every name I have been given
Means Passage.
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Holy shit...
Ok, i have to preface this by saying that, generally, when you read a comment on someone else's work, a comment written by a pretentious asshole who tears it down...yeah, it's me. I've wandered the fanfiction sites, looking for bad writers to stake. I'm the one who points out all the mary-sues, ridiculous grammar, and rape of the English language.
So, when i tell you that your poem wowed me, will you believe me? I know, you hardly need 'validation' from some random 'netter, but i just wanted you to know, this was one of those works that took something i figure a lot of people have felt, and said it better than i ever would. Interesting imagery. Not so fond of the title personally (like you asked anyway), but the rest of it totally ROCKS. There are my 2 cents, for what they're worth.
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