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looking backI knew you once
As I once knew innocence
A childhood love lost
Like baby teeth

RescueKnives are meant to go in
You say
Sharp words formed perfectly
Cut from your tongue and teeth as
They snap
Closed on my impulse

I always reach for the lures
You dangle
As you fish for my reaction
I am caught up in your hooks
Am trapped
By all your jagged edges

At the thought of falling grace
You laugh
And grate my kindness away
Into scattered fragments while
I attempt
To hoard disappearing time

With stings and barbs prepared
You witness
My distraction and are ready
To mock my rescue missions as
I struggle
With all these broken words

If I want to save people
You suggest
It is better to be a fire fighter
Because the

Still LifeAs a child I studied
The lift of the arm
Above the head
The alignment of elbow and scalp
The set of the shoulders
As the arm lifted

Where the knees line up
The puzzle box bending
When folded against the chest
The legs crossed at the knee
Folded Indian position
Stretched out in front

I learned to trace
The movement of the spine
The neck and the skull
As they moved and shifted
I traced people on the page
Attempted to draw human

Like the image on the page
I imitate life
Try to draw it to myself
Holding myself just so
I stand next to humans
Drawn incorrectly

River SongThey are dredging the river,
Bringing up all the sunken things,
Stirring the lid to the river's hidden treasures:
The shit, and muck, and corpses.

The river flows swiftly between the banks,
The artificial shores of concrete and boulders
In the city where you fell.

Down stream the river widens,
The shores are gentle slopes
Tilting softly toward the edge
Where a sudden drop plunges
Earth into water the color of mud.

Trees bend over it, shading the water
Like some idealized painting, pastoral,
Pastel: ignoring the under tow,
The snags hidden by water,
The places where children drown.

They are searching for you,
The men in the

At a Field in EnnaThe ground broke open
The ground swallowed me because
I took the apple
And the pomegranate seeds
And I ate them

And into the dark I tumbled
With their sweet juices still
Trembling on my tongue

Or was it the marigolds
The begonias, hyacinths, hydrangeas
Snapdragons, peonies, lobelia, all
Tempting me, their faces
Turned toward the sun

While under the earth
Their roots stretched deep
Called out to emptiness

The darkness, black
And echoing, empty of meaning
The dark places resonate
Free from light, from sound, from memory
But filled with this taste and scent

The sweet apple, tart and sharp
The seed, a forgotten promise
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Spelunking 4by ~persephone-the-fish

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Next page of the story of how three characters created for the current Seventh Sanctum contest [link] meet. They are, in order of apearance, my own seventh sanctum contest entry Chaos Sunrise,

's character Midnight Rouge, and (eventually)

's Drake Legend. At last an explanation of how that shadow works. I made it up. An awkward silence now will ensue, as that is Chaos's greatest skill given that he can't talk.

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~DragonScholar Jun 27, 2009

I am so amazed how people just keep combining their work - and despite the contest's humorous nature, making it serious.

Makes me debate making the next contest being a "dating game" or "teamup" or something where people have to use OTHER people's characters . . .

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