A Widow

A Widow

A Poem by Queen Libra
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The man's "acid", his words, were spit at her so often that she finally cracked under the pressure and became the ideal woman, a skeleton. Kind of a strange play on images of young women.

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Oops -
I slipped on the floor
And my clothes are stained with
The dye, poisonous,
That you spilled the day before.
The hot green acid is eating away
At my dress,
My flesh,
My skeleton remains.
Did you think that you'd see
Me,
Floating away? An angel to Heaven?
Well, not all angels are given that honor.
I must suffer
In my bones forever.
Aren't you tickled to live with me:
Skeleton Sally, so fragile, so ageless.
Aren't I every living man's dream?

© 2011 Queen Libra


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I like the concept of take everything away to see what the core of the problem comes from .change or remove everything and what else can he say.... Will he finally stop picking at her.... Will he discover its about him... Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the concept of take everything away to see what the core of the problem comes from .change or remove everything and what else can he say.... Will he finally stop picking at her.... Will he discover its about him... Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


this poem is full of emotion,
sarcasm also,
great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow this is really good!. its amazingly written well done! x

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 5, 2011
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