365 Days of Poetry — Day 162

Lifeless, bloodless to the core,
she was twenty seconds too fast, twenty seconds to the door.
Our name was beauty and she was all grace,
but now bruised from the chaos, an unrecognizable face.
Giving it up, giving what’s been given before,
she was twenty seconds too fast, twenty seconds to the door.

– Brittany Rose

Author’s notes: I woke up with this going through my head. I guess I like days like this because they making writing easy. I don’t know. I will say one thing, however, I hate when my poetry comes to me in the form of a song, because now I will never feel as though it has reached its full potential — just sitting here on a screen. Unfortunately, that is exactly the case here. When I read this I hear a “The Classic Crime-esque” song. There are no words to describe how frustrating it is, but unless I sprout a voice like Matt MacDonald, I don’t see anything more happening with this. (; Stay shnazzy, my people.

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