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macca

Claustrophobia

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Sat, 27 Feb 2010 at 10:53pm

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I’m a tumble of sweat and bones Drowned by scented whines A sticky stuffy taste Like sand stuck to my thighs; A racket bouncing my face against Cement Echoing like the thumping grit of gossip From people whose tacky thoughts are Chained to my fingertips To wipe and prod and kneed my body with. Central Heating Printed on the back of my neck Like a tattoo Or a husband’s clenching grip Of knuckles teasing golden rings Into my throat- Plugged into a kettle of course So my ears look as if they are steaming.
Three others like this.
radtastic
2010-03-17
all of these images make me really FEEL claustrophobic. good work!
filipendulous
2010-04-16
the deep wording you used in this is amazing. it's amazing. i just want to crawl into your mind and sit for while, just to see how it works.
burning_sands
2010-04-30

I feel like there's a rhythm to the first stanza that I liked, though it may have been accidental, that disappears. There are some great images in this but I miss that rhythm :(