by Kathy Kubik
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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Drawing the Line
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This used to be fun, I tell myself as I lie,
white skin arms bound by a thick strap of black
masking tape and metal cuffs.
But chaining requires bonding,
or at least bondage, does it not?
I've been in this room for hours.
He's probably stolen my money,
left me here to rot.
My only light through the filthy basement windows,
the blinds amputated between skies.
A newspaper blows past
like a paper curtain hung crooked.
Voices crackle through the door.
The coming dark circles like a buzzard,
the sun starts to descend.
I can tell by the weak spaces
growing smaller and smaller.
through the blinds.
A shape forms in front of the window,
a jerking torso,
going, leaving -
I see tongue on glass,
the gritty taste of salt on skin,
and that final dusty breath.
- From my chapbook, "The Secret of Ivory Vows", available now.
Artwork featured - 'Bed - Cortona Series' © 2005 Serena Perrone
The Secret of Ivory Vows
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|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|Oh ..such darkness..
let some light in...
exceptional work yet..
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
This has a claustrophobic feel to it...terror inducing imagery and powerful, chill inducing writing. Excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
That ending is a killer! Powerful, powerful work! Can't wait to get my copy of the book.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Buy the book, Felix. Very good. Very scary. Very.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Gripping! This is one I hated to stop reading want to know more about the story line and all.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|I agree with Kate here....fantastic...love n luck...BHUWAN!!!|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Very haunting write with great descriptions!|