Gently Barbed

imprisoned

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Drifting with the breeze

and attracted by the smell of tired steel,

he stopped next to the

old, weather beaten post…

And waited…

swaying between this world and the next…

his body caught by the breeze like

a fluttering kite…

He glanced upward…

Where the sun punched a hole in the clouds…

slowly consuming his skin…

Eating it at a molecular level…

Mutating and gobbling the cells

till all was in turmoil…

But the steel…

these gently curved barbs…

remained cool…

and pleasant…

Sharp and tingly to the touch…

full of excitement and promise….

Full of a withering desire not found within

his deteriorating frame…

He traced his arm along the thorn..

painting himself with the cleanest

of scarlets…

Letting the impurities leak out…

drip by sanguine drip…

Til his skin shown

of the cleanest

of pale alabasters,

And the smile that had grown…

Secret and shining…

Remained…

As he softly and weightlessly fell…

into the cool green grass…

below…

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David L. Whitman 08/06/2013 worried about tetanus.

12 thoughts on “Gently Barbed

  1. It starts gentle and like the allusion of the body to the fluttering kite..but the poem later turns scary with the thorn drinking blood and also life from him…gripping poem indeed

  2. Wow this one is really longer than usually, words were welling from you 🙂
    this lines are my favorite in this poem:

    Letting the impurities leak out…
    drip by sanguine drip…
    Til his skin shown
    of the cleanest
    of pale alabasters,

  3. Its not weird its cool its almost more story than a poem… like sci-fi story about deadly poison which starts nice and easy then it punch you in your stomach, horror is increasing and when it ends you want more…like to be continued.
    I like this one very much

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