The stranger on her neck

Can you see the track marks up her arms?
I spy
With my wide eye
The stranger upon her neck.


Like the birthmark of a bloodhound,
Like a grisly flesh pinch,
An angrily sealed wound,
A Chinese burn,

A beating burning bruise,

A bloody blush:
The bite of the hungry.


Teeth she counted like cash,
The molars which paid her fine
And got her Alice's very own wonder

-ful escape...


Can you see the track marks up her arms?
Can you see the stranger upon her neck?
It sits like a noose.

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sun 28th Feb 2016 16:33

Thank you everyone for your wonderful comments!!

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Vijay Chandele

Wed 24th Feb 2016 16:21

Nice

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 20:33

Alexandra, I find this work outstanding in its subject choice, and in your crafting skills to express it so potently.

Was it, by any chance, inspired by the programme 'Call the Midwife' on Sunday evening? Or is its posting pure coincidence? Whichever is the case, it certainly is timely.

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Stu Buck

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 14:07

this is excellent. as graham said, those lines are fantastic.

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Graham Sherwood

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 11:35

"A bloody blush:
The bite of the hungry.
Teeth she counted like cash,
The molars which paid her fine"

............these are very good lines

<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 07:57

if WoL had a Like button I'd Like this one.

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