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Chromosome
Lying in blood and disarrayed
She glows a glow like evening red
Refracting off the pearl and glass
Her life is a bible that finally bled
The medicine maimed her, the needles had named her
She kept them like candles that guided her way
Like a bullet in a haystack, her one and only payback
Lying there lifeless, in blood, disarrayed.
She walks on the corpses of angels and gods
How joyous, the path of depravity
When fate is unraveled, the journey she traveled
Ends in the gravest of tragedy
Lying in blood and disarrayed
Drained of the thoughts in her head
She clutches a photo tight in her hand
Soaked with the tears that she finally shed
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| Well, firstly, the title is intriguing (to me at least). And secondly: I love the imagery, the repetition of the first line of the first and last stanza and the rhymes (although 'the gravest of tragedy' should probably be 'tragedies', which you'll know but maybe gave up for the rhyme, which stops the flow of the poem awhile). That's all I can say! |
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