Also, technically they are untitled poems, but I'm in the habit of titling my poems.
Writing Prompt: Metal, Taste, Taste of Metal
Too Hot
Licking my lips
From the last meal,
the metallic burn leeching
Onto my tongue,
nothing else remains
but charred steel.
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Leeching onto my tongue - charred steel. Evocative.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the words fit just right...right?!?!
DeleteIntense! Leaves me wanting more...and that's a good thing!
ReplyDeleteYour words fit this form perfectly!
ReplyDeleteI am envisioning some sort of inhuman creature, and a powerful one, which can consume metal.
ReplyDeleteI am a bit of a sci-fi nerd.