Blood red on stark ivory
As the last burdens of my heart
Elope onto smooth keys
And are molded into song.
It rushes out my fingers,
The dam is broken
The melody is gone
A stranger's horror now.
Emptiness,
And all creatures shy away
From this place with no water.
The final breeze rolls through,
The levee turns to sand and drifts away
As the dust thickens,
And the dry earth cracks,
I crumble.

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Katy C. (kelinmarie) - 5/30/2009 2:02 AM ET

I feel like there's a heartbeat to your words. I love this.

Stuart M. (reinonmyday) - 5/31/2009 1:24 AM ET

Thank you! I wasn't sure about it, so I'm glad someone appreciates it. (:

Claudia (BrokenWing) - 6/3/2009 6:44 PM ET

This was quite good. If you are interested in a free site where you can post your work and receive critiques, I recommend www.editred.com Loved this imagery: Blood red on stark ivory As the last burdens of my heart Elope onto smooth keys And are molded into song.

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