Why can’t you be more like Narcissus? With a pretty face to better hide your pettiness. Inspiring the love of nymphs and the worship you so desperately feed on. Instead you rent bodies and throw cash around to paper over their disgust. Echo would have been one of your favored brides. Only able to repeat the vile things spilling from your mouth. Why can’t you be more like Narcissus? Waste away staring at your reflection. Leave a hole we might fill in with peace. Instead, we the lake are forced to reflect your ugliness. Oh. I see. If you were Narcissus, bloated fish would float in putrescence. The better to reflect your ugliness. Rotten deer carcasses, vultures draped like death shrouds, would decorate the shore. Your poisonous flower, orange and indigestible. Their last and desperate meal.
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A/N: Regarding the picture, I tried to use AI. It created this really weird, rather disturbing image. And yet, I still used it.
About the Creator
Sean A.
A happy guy that tends to write a little cynically. Just my way of dealing with the world outside my joyous little bubble.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
This is an incredible poem. I love the tone of it. So well written, start to finish.
I love "vultures draped like death shrouds" 😁
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I agree with Lamar...the line "throw cash around in disgust" gives a lot to ponder. The behaviour is too familiar!
So cleverly wrought, Shaun, and such an original take! Yeah, the picture is an odd one!
Rightfully unapologetic... Loved it! And this line gave me something to think about: -Instead you rent bodies and throw cash around to paper over their disgust.-
Whoaaaa, that was brutal and hard hitting! I freaking loved it!
That picture? Weird. Poem though? Pretty darn good.
Adopting the perspective of the lake is ingenious, and the whole conceit defies convention: instead of heeding the cautionary tale, emulate the doomed protagonist thereof!
Oh, that is a weird and disturbing image! It suits your very intimate and intriguing poem full of intensity. I also like that you formatted as a paragraph, rather than separate lines! Nice work with the prompt, Shaun!