crack
goes my shell
its contents spilt on the floor
seemingly thick layers dissolving
distinct textures liquidating into one
giant mass of
shaking goo
desperately seeking cover from this
painful exposure
while plastic gloves probe from top to
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Sticky Situation 
Such vivid writing. This piece reminds me of Humpty Dumpty with a more melancholic undertone.
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That’s such an interesting observation but now that you mention it I can actually see the similarities. I actually remember that as a child, I always found Humpty Dumpty’s story tragic. Did you know that the rhyme (or rather Humoty Dumpty himself) is actually based on a canon ball? (at least I believe to have read this once) But anyway, enough rambling…
As always, thank you for your incredible support and feedback, mags! I now have the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme stuck in my head, help.
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You’re most welcome, Fiona!
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oh my gosh. this is beautiful, descriptive. perfectly reminiscent of how it feels to fall apart, and i am obsessed❤ xx
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Aaaahhh, you flatter me! Thank you, thank you, thank you xx ❤️ (though I am sorry to hear that you have felt this before)
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This automatically reminded me of the surrealism and darkness within the poetry of Richard Brautigan
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I am not extremely familiar with Brautigan, I have only read a few of his poems (the ones that immediately come to mind are “Love Poem”, “Romeo And Juliet” and one of his most popular ones – I forgot the name – where he writes about the future of technology (his use of irony and metaphors in this poem is sublime)) but I would like to read more – any suggestions?
And thank you by the way 🙂
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“bottom
searching, always
searching for
something
that didn’t survive the fall”
wow. so much impact. if you wrote a book of poems i’d buy it in a heartbeat. your writing is one of my favourites .xx
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Chloe, you are like my poetry hype-woman here on WordPress😂
Seriously though, thank you for your endless support and feedback, it means the world to me! xx
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My heart stopped, Fiona. The last lines of every piece you’ve written that I’ve had the pleasure of reading really have a way of making the world around me stop.
Beautiful.
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NO. MY heart stopped after reading your comment. I am officially deceased.
But in all seriousness, thank you so much, Arshia. I am genuinely so flattered right now – my cheeks are a deep shade of crimson at the moment (because I am incapable of receiving & accepting compliments like a normal person and this even extends to online compliments as it turns out). I’m sure you have felt how rewarding it is to hear about the impact your writing has on others – after all, your own writing always has an incredible effect on me (and has definitely influenced my own writing as well).
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