05 April 2012

Hand Loaded

Three layers of skin
Stretch its skeletal scaffold
A lot like a man's.
 
But its brain conjures
Blunt force,
Bullets and ligatures
Behind its epidermal disguise. 

It mimics my shapes and colors.
It plagiarizes my soft touch,
Then gently hand loads the ammo.


Aw Snap! I totally didn't realize it was already NaPoWriMo! I rushed this together just to say that I wrote something today! Submitted at Poets United's Poetry Pantry.

5 comments:

  1. Very intense and gave me the chills!

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  2. This had a dystopian science-fiction feel to me. Of course so much of today feels dystopian, and when I noted that I also got chills.

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    1. Thanks, Rommy. I never really thought of it as dystopian. I did intend it to be bleak though.

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  3. But its brain conjures
    Blunt force,
    Bullets and ligatures
    Behind its epidermal disguise.

    This second stanza can be taken as a protective layer strongly extended to the ladies. It gets below the skin
    in readiness! (as the last sentence suggests)

    Hank

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