Language Humbles You
Or, how we call the sky
A/o/i means “blue”,
Japanese too, holds the sky,
With such a small word.
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An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rose2 days ago in Horror
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I don't often comment on titles, but I really love the title of this poem and how it just fits the concept you explore so well about the contrasts inherent in our use of language. Really nicely done - congrats!
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Congratulations on your win. Great haiku