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Demosthenes-H — Owl Bones
Published: 2013-04-12 03:36:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 724; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 13
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bloodlust:warmth, heat,
and me-
vulnerable and open:
young marrow wings
between your teeth
xylophonic
unlocked in
the pitch scale of
a lunar howl-
slithering, crackled
dripping tongues and fever eyes
treading & greedy to
rip away
those secret selfish worlds inside
the organs
of skies
down the back of your throat
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Comments: 15
"xylophonic/unlocked in/the pitch scale of"
Amazing job writing this!
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Wow, that last stanza is definitely the highlight of this poem. Just wow. This is perfect.
Congrats on the Friday Night Feature!
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Your fantastic work has been featured in Friday Night Features .
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Last stanza just really hit home for me. Gorgeous.
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... hungry for some owl bones? mmm. delicious.
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No, I think it was the marrow and organs idea.
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marrow and organs? HOW DOES THAT ...
you sound like a carnivorous beast
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Because it's crunchy like peanut brittle and... okay, I can't explain the organs part, but you get the idea.
Thank you.
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peanut brittle? Is this some obscure canadian alternative to peanut butter?
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No, we have peanut butter.
You don't have peanut brittle? O-o
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what even is peanut brittle? O.o
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... Holy crap. You don't have peanut brittle.
It's... sort of like... damn, how do I explain this?
It's like solid thin squares of peanut-flavoured stuff that's sort of like hardened caramels. And it's studded with more peanuts. It's crunchy and sticky and very sweet. (Heheh.)
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