Ghost

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She has black tipped fingers.

Stained with jealousy,

they tear at her heart,

endlessly shredding

her delicate,

specialized

cardiovascular muscle strands

into bloodied ribbons of razor sharp fear

which pool around her bare feet

and move with her,

snaking behind her,

licking razor flicks

at her ankles

as she roams her dusty path.

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I am submitting this poem to Open Link Night for dVerse Poets Pub, week 95.  Once again, I encourage anyone who enjoys writing and reading poetry to check out their site.

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19 thoughts on “Ghost

  1. Mary says:

    A strong piece of writing. Licking razor flicks at her ankles is really a powerful image that indicates this person’s state of mind. You really brought this character to life vividly!

  2. turquoise is my talisman says:

    This is awesome. Gripping descriptions about an intriguing character. Love it!

  3. kelly says:

    Oh my, that ending! Licking razor flicks is a fabulous phrase. Tough to feel though, I suppose we have all been in this place a time or two. Nice write!

  4. I think you can’t express sadness in a better way. Your choice of words are exquisite. Thanks for visiting my site.

  5. Terrific imagery in this. Vivid words! Strong!

  6. claudia says:

    licking razor flicks
    at her ankles…dang…painful images in this…

  7. “into bloodied ribbons of razor sharp fear
    which pool around her bare feet” – nice!

  8. Intense piece and I loved it and its images!

  9. brian miller says:

    dang…tight emotion in this…jealousy is like that…incideous and will cause us to shred ourselves for sure….

  10. annotating60 says:

    I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or worse, but I don’t get it.>KB

    • It’s fine that you “don’t get it.” It’s a simple verbal interpretation of a visualized image of depression, not meant to be profound or laden with hidden meaning. It’s an observational piece more than anything.

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