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Where the Shadows Run · Poetry Short Short ·
Organised by Anon Y Mous
Word limit 100–2000
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The Autopsy of the Lover
Take my flesh and peel it open
Be delicate
With the spots that you have touched
With the spots that you have loved

Long, methodical incisions

Slice my soft skin in half

Cobwebs stick to my
Rib cage
Crack the bones one by one
Be rough
Break them, twist them, pierce the muscle, snap the veins

My lungs no longer breathe
Your warmth
Your love
Your grace
They collapse

Wrench my
Heart out
With palms as cold as the
Dying moon
The cavern you leave
As black as

Space

Not empty
But rather crammed with
Shadows
(Of memories)
And your crushing, withering
Love
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I'm on the fence as to whether this is just a grim look at love in general or a depiction of someone enduring a breakup with another person they're not over. The imagery is brutally stark here, and I like it.

Structurally, eh, it looks like a poem, but as many of the decisions landed with me as didn't. "Space" sitting by itself, for example, makes sense, but I don't know whether I'm supposed to get any meaning by having "rib cage" on its own line.

On language use alone, this gets a thumbs-up.
#2 ·
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Incise the clean blank page
With sharp black lines
Peel back to show
The hole inside
Where words curl
With desperate
Energy