Slowly, slowly,
If sound could glow,
Waves fly green and blue
Thicker, faster, oscillating...
Flare, a paroxysm of light and movement
Bodies shedding boundaries, inert affectations.
The ripples search faster, louder,
Feel them in your chest,
They tear your clothes, pulsate your eardrums.
And when they've gone,
The second heart remains,
Heavy.















Comments
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
*goes to look it up*
par·ox·ysm
1) A sudden outburst of emotion or action: a paroxysm of laughter.
2)
a)A sudden attack, recurrence, or intensification of a disease.
b) A spasm or fit; a convulsion.
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
I think "Feel them in your chest, They tear your clothes" could be condensed (or added to) to be the same saturation as the rest of the work. Sometimes lines like these can help give the reader a break, because it's easy reading, but I don't think it's necessary here. You shouldn't sacrifice the meaning of these lines, just improve on them. That's just a suggestion, take it with a grain of salt, but I know I always like to get some constructive feedback. Good poem.
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"A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing but say your mother."
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