The nuts glinted brightly,
in the harsh light of the garage.
Complete silence filled the room,
but for the occasional drip of oil.
He reached out slowly,
rough hands covered in filth,
fingers deftly tracing the curves
of the small objects before him.
Rolling each one in his hand, watching,
mesmerized.
He let each one fall back to the table,
eliciting a small noise of metal on metal.
They were different now,
covered in dirt and grime.
No longer did they shine.
He had destroyed their beauty.
Fingerprints were clearly visible,
covering the once impeccable surfaces
No longer did they hold his attention
So he left them.














Comments
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"If you think this personality is weird, wait til you see the others..."
I actually can't see anything I would change or even think of any suggestions for this piece.
I personally think it's about abusive relationships, am I right?
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A. WildDog
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My best poem : [link]
"Question everything, even your own existence."
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My best poem : [link]
"Question everything, even your own existence."
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The meaning of life is to live well, die, and, in death, know a true, immortal life as an entity not unto oneself, but defined as all that which surrounds oneself.
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Clubs to which I belong: *The-Literati, *The-Novelist-Club, *UnseenArtists
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My best poem : [link]
"Question everything, even your own existence."
Although I don't think that was your original intent with this poem.
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Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
The sea is.
~Clive Barker
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My best poem : [link]
"Question everything, even your own existence."
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"Jew horses that go to raisin church." - *Thalassic
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