Her Name Implied

Her Name Implied

twistedstoryteller123's picture

Her flesh crumbles into madness,

Daring sanity to pry itself from the dark,

Broken and discarded, she rambles through her past

To discover a secret, the eventual of her own demise,

A promise only made for her father,

Her tears, an elegy that never subsides, streams

After the cold has taken a hold of her,

Fragile doll in the unforgiving grasp of sin,

Laughter parades a subliminal lie, remnants of something


In the grasp of night, a seldom voice is heard whispering among the frosted tip wind as it howls in mourn,

A myth; an uncaring placebo; a saturated storyline unbeknownst of validation or examination,

Is this justifiable? Withering away to something paid in the favor of a blowing piece of paper holding the remains of what could have been, but never really was..

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AyyyTara's picture

I feel like this could go a couple of ways. Is she dying? Is she sad over a lost love? Is she an airhead having an anxiety attack? jk on the last one lol, but nice imagery :)

twistedstoryteller123's picture

That is based on your own interpretation of the idea. That's the beauty of poetry, it is something you interpret, rather than being told.


doe333's picture

I like that this describes a lot of turmoil and yet still leaves a lot to the imagination of the reader. Very cool.


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