Tuesday, May 20, 2008

My Cinquain

your eyes

piercing through me

they burn holes like acid

the flesh is gone, and smoke surrounds

your eyes

2 comments:

Peanuts Gallery said...

Short, but you managed the deppressing imagery. Great writing, but I've never heard of a Cinquain.

Anonymous said...

Stealer of ideas! It's ok though; don't worry about it. Still, nice poem and I love how you did it in about 5 lines. Very impressive. (No sarcasm intended *Cough* *Cough*)

PS
I'm not a very good speller; in case I got any of the words wrong.