Words of an aspiring writer: Murder by Can Opener

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Murder by Can Opener

Silver shadows
of cold steel
puncture warm flesh,
fresh blood
spilling out
crimson waterfalls
onto the
linoleum floor.

The tool of torture
clatters to the ground,
its mission complete,
drenched in rubies
of another heart.

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Ellie GarrattOctober 13, 2010 at 2:03 AM
Ooo...that made me shiver. Great choice of words - cold steel, puncture, tool of torture, clatter. Brilliant.
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Welcome, fellow writers and readers!

I'm a eighteen year old Indian girl named Shweta No-Last-Name from sunny California who loves to travel. Since I can't travel all that much physically, I try to do it mentally. I usually tend to daydream myself into the medieval times or the Renaissance or the Elizabethan Era. Maybe Ancient Rome. Or Greece. Or maybe somewhere far into the future. To me, my mind, my soul, and my heart are one. My body protects them, so I protect them by protecting my body. People at my school think I'm weird because I'd rather write or be around nature rather than party, get drunk, or get laid. I'm a very open person about everything, except myself. When I meet a person, they start out as high in my opinion. It's their choice whether to sink or rise still higher. To me, appearances don't matter at all. You could be the ugliest person in the world for all I care. As long as you're a nice person, we'll get along. What's strange is that I don't believe that I will ever fall in love (I'm relieved about that part, after seeing people who do fall in love), but I write about romance. For now, my only love is for life. That may change when the right guy comes along, but for now, I'm not interested. I'm a cynic but also a hopeless romantic. I suppose you could call me a walking contradiction, couldn't you?

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Murder by Can Opener

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