Preordained, her time is always.
There is a run-way for taking off and landing
And run-way lights
Are always lit for Virus.
And Virus is always poised for Death.
She reptiles herself.
She slinks, sleeps, slurs.
She wakes up heavy-lidded.
Her Serpent tongue tastes the air for the food obsession.
The mice of mind.
The fear that tastes so good.
The comfort of profound self-knowledge.
Preordained
Virus speeds through her Host.
Virus speeds through her vehicle for death.
2007-05-19 12:14:26 · 6 answers · asked by margot 5 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
good. i like the alliteration - She slinks, sleeps, slurs -.
captures viral infection quite well
2007-05-19 12:22:27 · answer #1 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Umm are you okay?
But I didn't get it. I can seen the connection between the "virus" and anorexia, but it's like associating yellow with mustard.
The image I was getting was a snake sniffing the air around the fridge and then it got in a car and drove away.
It was more weird than poetic.
2007-05-19 19:19:30 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I quite like the use of "reptile" as as verb. Very evocative.
2007-05-20 02:01:55 · answer #3 · answered by Drew 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Hi, Your poem is beautiful! but maybe you should just talk about how the virus makes her feel
2007-05-19 19:18:52 · answer #4 · answered by Treeluver 1 · 0⤊ 2⤋
very deep
nice job
2007-05-19 19:16:50 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
vire are us
2007-05-19 19:18:08 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋