Mirage

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oneiria
oneiria
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Cold waiflike heroin eyes
seize each passing limo,

like a hawk tugging on a rotting eyeball
offered by a fox corpse,

food for the soul.

oneiria
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bronzeagebronzeageabout 13 years ago
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The analogy of the limo and the fox eyeball does not hold, so the metaphors and similes of this piece conflict and fall short.

vrosej10vrosej10about 13 years ago
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I can see what you are trying to do with this but there is too little coherance between the imagery. Go check out some decent haiku on line (suggest Gean Tree Magazine) and see how this kind of metaphor is pulled off.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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I agree with what 1201 said, great first line though

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
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oneiria, this is not food for the soul. 1st two lines good, 2nd seem like shock for shock's sake, wrap up line schlock. 4

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