the unsuspecting fools who believed in you
Failure is a luxuriously slow drip-by-drip process
in the morning it appears glistening and sudden
What was a line of spry sparkling kisses
now jammed together in the shape of a canine
The ever returning sun reveals the pollutants
silent like germs
Specks of grit and tiny insects
taste like your name sounds
You try again, but the melting
just sharpens the point
Makes shriller the spitting
sound of breakage
The noise of gravity
that has no
reverse
This exercise was to take an abstract concept and turn it into an extended, concrete metaphor. I chose failure, which become icicle (but with mouth-like qualities??).
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