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Leaves, shattered and brown, fall down
At my feet. I hear them crunch as they die
Beneath my shoes. Wretched old leaves.
The path winds sharply, seducing me
Like a witch. I walk, arguing with the breeze.
Flowers watch me from above, whispering
About me. Trees glare at me, hissing.
And the leaves pierce my cracked shoes.
Why am I being judged? My eyes shout
Splinters of anguish, glistening like dew
On the wet ground. Stop enticing me
Whore. Go your route, and leave me my murky way.
I taste your craft, your acrid breath
Your leaves split my fingers, and they bleed.

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The following comments are for "Evening"
by blightedstar

I love the imagery in this, I could taste it. the feeling of paranoia was really cool and I like the witch talking to herself.

( Posted by: Joe Quinn [Member] On: February 29, 2004 )

ah, the world swooping close and taunting.

i like most of this.

fabulous last line.

"flowers" was the only thing that didn't fit for me. it feels like fall in this poem, and flowers feel like spring.

i love "leave me my murky way".


( Posted by: ark [Member] On: February 29, 2004 )

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