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you hold on to her, a bit tightly, but it's just a precaution.
[a little boy sees the man on the stone wall, face turned towards empty space beside him, hand grasping onto thin air, as if around an invisible shoulder. he watches as the man whispered something, as a tear slides down the man's face, and as he leans towards the space by him, and kisses the air.
then, the curious little boy heads over to the wall, clambers up, scraping his tiny hands in the process, and prods the man's shoulder. "excuse me sir, but why were you talking to yourself?"]
you hold on to her, but it doesn't work out anyway.
[a little boy sees the man on the stone wall, face turned towards empty space beside him, hand grasping onto thin air, as if around an invisible shoulder. he watches as the man whispered something, as a tear slides down the man's face, and as he leans towards the space by him, and kisses the air.
then, the curious little boy heads over to the wall, clambers up, scraping his tiny hands in the process, and prods the man's shoulder. "excuse me sir, but why were you talking to yourself?"]
you hold on to her, but it doesn't work out anyway.
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Beneath all the beds in New York you'll find the musicians' dungeon. People constructed of more soul than they can hold sell bits of themselves for quarters and dimes. These claim no home other than the section of ground they occupy. Few passerbys take notice, as is the way with common rushers. Handfuls of tourists with pity in their very bones offer mercy in the form of one dollar bills. It's not a job one can hope to live off of. It's just barely enough to keep one from dying.
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Helena stepped out of the subway car, tapping her fingers on her skirt. Sh
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
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Mapleine
there's a lamp post
behind those trees
and it looks like a forest
fire
she calls nine one one
but by the time the
paramedics arrive,
it's too late, she's already
dead
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is the imagery here strong enough for the piece to be as powerful as possible?
comments/faves/opinions. yes.
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:is the imagery here strong enough for the piece to be as powerful as possible?
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The imagery is very strong, and combined with the last sentence, it makes for an incredibly powerful peace. There isn't much actual imagery, as there isn't much description, but the words you use add a lot of power to the piece.