gun

By BlueWhale

Tue, 02 Sep 2008
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one
three
five
seven
these stairs take more energy than they should
eight
nine
ten
eleven
my fingers play at your door of wood
four
three
two
one
i hear your footsteps, the chain on the door
bang
bang
bang
bang
your shrivelling body lies dead on the floor
turn
run
up
no, down
my ears, they hurt from the sound of the drums
pull
handle
step
out
i run to the sun
and i know that i'm done

Certificate U
New York
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Comments

Submitted by Igby on
This poem is magnificently put together and is extremly powerful! One of your best ;)

Submitted by mykle on
I liked this Blue! Inspired this - 1,3,5,7... up the stairs like they go to heaven 25,27,28,29... hope that I will be in time. 39,40,41,42... really hope that I catch you. 51,52,53,54... down the passage, knock your door. four three two one. Took the lift since you were gone.

Submitted by BlueWhale on
yay, thats so good! :) and thanks (Y)