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Cobwebs of Dusk

And cobwebs lick her unkempt, soiled dress Wailing for unborn child of dusk, alone ~ That every barbed gaze slithers, cast down ~ Ripped as pointed hooks nailing the flesh. Four Lines Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings by nette onclaud 9/23/2015

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Skat A

Date: 9/28/2015 9:57:00 PM

Nette, Congratulations on your Four Line win. Forever **SKAT**

Tammy Reams

Date: 9/27/2015 9:30:00 AM

Congrats on your win Nette!

Jan Allison

Date: 9/26/2015 5:43:00 PM

very deep and dark Nette many congrats:-) hugs jan xx

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Date: 9/24/2015 11:42:00 PM

Wonderful expressions nette! Congrats on big win!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/24/2015 3:31:00 PM

Congrats on this one with such amazing imagery.

Casarah Nance

Date: 9/24/2015 7:47:00 AM

Your images gave me the chills...Grats on your win

Eve Roper

Date: 9/23/2015 6:12:00 PM

Congratulations on your win, Nette. Hugs Eve

James Inman

Date: 9/23/2015 12:07:00 PM

Nette, I have a dilemma. Your words are beautifully written and bring deep images to my thoughts. I have read it several times and each time I come up with a different vague meaning but I'm afraid my simple mind is missing your overall intent.

Kp Nunez

Date: 9/23/2015 12:08:00 AM

"Ripped as pointed hooks nailing the flesh." Did it for me. Such darkness is 4 short lines, Nette. A masterful stroke once again. huggs!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/22/2015 10:59:00 PM

very dark indeed, Nette!!

Frederic Parker

Date: 9/22/2015 6:29:00 PM

I like how you started with" And " as though there was a before.I'm still trying to wrap my brain around what is a very descriptive dark poem.It's one I'll have to come back to and read a few more times..

Zelene Desha

Date: 9/22/2015 3:56:00 PM

Incredible! Scraped deeply by this wounded, writhing poem.Makes me choke, Nette. To my faves and thank you for passing through.