A Poem By Madeline // 11/17/2017

I call him my azure-eyed
His thick metallic blood threads black ice
into my sleep
It's silver and it's priceless
and I'll wear it
as a ring
It fractures from my pillow
into cupid darts
of sleet
And come masticated morning he
melts opaque
at my feet.

I linger in the memory with each frigid breath I breathe.


Oh, WOW, the rhyming and

Oh, WOW, the rhyming and rhythm in this is PRISTINE. It's so obvious you write music because you have an ear for those two things. I completely crowed on the inside at the line breaks -- they really work, especially "as a ring", "of sleet", "at my feet". I was so excited by the way you wrote this. (The language itself is beautiful, too.)

Sarah Bethany | Fri, 11/17/2017

This is absolutely gorgeous,

This is absolutely gorgeous, Madeline. I love it. :)

Damaris Ann | Fri, 11/17/2017

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

You guys are SO SO lovely!!

You guys are SO SO lovely!! It's so good to have a comment from you both. <3 I've missed being active on the site. You made my day with your comments--thank you.

Madeline | Mon, 11/20/2017

This is great, Maddie! "I

This is great, Maddie! "I call him my azure-eyed/melatonin-induced/dream" caught my attention right off the bat! Love seeing posts from you!

E | Tue, 11/21/2017

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


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