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March 14, 2011
An Anatomy Lesson by *AnUrbanNomad is a haunting blend of identity and anatomy.
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If I collected the lies I've been told I could make myself a skeleton. 206 hollow bones made of hollow words. The bigger lies are structural support, holding up the rest of me. 33 dishonest "I love yous" could be 33 intersecting vertebrae, composing my curving spine.
I could gather shards of my 10 favorite broken promises to be my long, sharp finger nails. The 10 runner ups fit on the tips of my toes.
Spiderweb truths, theirs and mine, will weave my new skin. An average of 20 feet of sticky substance, easily torn and easily rewoven.
Words will circulate like blood through the 100,000 miles of my veins. Cynicism creates phagocytes, attacking all foreign bodies of hope.
2 hazel eyes are formed from memories. Green from springs come and gone. Brown from Autumns just the same. Rods and cones of years gone by interpret the way I see things now.
My heart is love, beating on and on. 72 times 24, beating, beating, beating, never stopping till death. My soul, however, is borrowed from nothing else. It is always my own.
I could gather shards of my 10 favorite broken promises to be my long, sharp finger nails. The 10 runner ups fit on the tips of my toes.
Spiderweb truths, theirs and mine, will weave my new skin. An average of 20 feet of sticky substance, easily torn and easily rewoven.
Words will circulate like blood through the 100,000 miles of my veins. Cynicism creates phagocytes, attacking all foreign bodies of hope.
2 hazel eyes are formed from memories. Green from springs come and gone. Brown from Autumns just the same. Rods and cones of years gone by interpret the way I see things now.
My heart is love, beating on and on. 72 times 24, beating, beating, beating, never stopping till death. My soul, however, is borrowed from nothing else. It is always my own.
Literature
007 - The Door That Can't
For as long as she lived, Linna was followed by a door. Not just any door – this door was antique Victorian, about ten feet tall and made of beautiful oak. Its frame was elaborately carved with curls and curves and those little flower shapes that had a French name. The knob was bronze, and as beautiful as if it had been cast yesterday, with equally beautiful designs set into the shining metal. It had no keyhole. It was a very welcoming door, after all, so why should it be locked?
This door followed Linna loyally, ghosting her steps, always hovering politely behind her. It never came closer than three feet unless she wanted it to, and ne
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Fugue
I found her in a tree, once.
She was sittin' stuck in the uppermost branches, serene and unsurprised as an angel on Christmas morning. Dappled light inked her pretty with the shadows of leaves, and her fingers faintly tapped the rhythm of a bright hymn on the burdened limb.
"Hello!" she called, miraculously. The sun made a silhouette of her waving arm, and I breathed for the first time in hours. Her face looked so sweet, smilin' and brilliant. Though she was only a few dozen feet up, she looked down at me as though she was ages and miles away.
"Susan, get down from there," I yelled. "Momma's worried," I added in a mutter, my gaze scurr
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House on my Head
I grew a house on my head.
I populated it with animals:
a mouse for a housekeeper,
a lizard in the kitchen cooking eggs,
a butler wolf whistling and saying 'sir',
a chinchilla to sweep rooms' corners,
a giraffe wiping windows,
a black Labrador pup to clear the chimneys.
The house is old fashioned but it runs to time.
A sloth winds the clocks;
a badger delves the vegetable patch.
Everyone gets on fabulously
and will eat eggs together at breakfast,
gossiping about the awful state of my head:
how the tubes in my brain need scrubbing out,
you can tell because the plumbing gurgles
and the lights in the attic flicker at unexpected h
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Originality Technique ImpactOkay, nitpicking first. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Smile)"/>I don't know if the line 'the bigger lies are bigger bones' is necessary, it could be replaced with a more specific image, possibly comparing the bigger lies to the scaffolding that holds you up, or the key components of your structure.
The line about broken promises and nails is very powerful. I also like the reference to the rods and cones. I would change the line about 'never stopped till death' to 'never stopping till death.'
Are you sure about keeping the numbers in digit form? Personally, I wouldn't, but that's more of a me thing <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Smile)"/>Otherwise, I really like this, it's a clever idea that's very well-executed and it's kept to the perfect length. Nice work.