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Description

We watch the shadows melt on steel,
Like a bruise on a porcelain spine.
As the red rain lashes waves
Across dashboard and wheel,
Tracing veins of fractured glass,
Mapping destiny.
Her arcing metal shell rips new orbits
In bone and tissue housing.
A spiraling fender, spreading burning rainbows,
And fountains of blood
Dancing over windscreen spider tracks.
A seatbelt's sexual laceration
Collapses to a web of exquisite violent mutilation.
Falling, twisting, tendon parting,
Stone on muscle, structure shredding.
Rising steering column meeting,
Sternum bracing, screaming, failing.

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i kinda like this one actually...surprising.
The poem says it all...i have nothing left.

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STOCK:
Dead-Stock
StockExchange

There were no brushes used on this piece whatsoever.
If i use them i always credit them,
and i usually stay away from using brushes anyhow,
because i suck with them...thank you for your time.

minor edit on 2-21-05

Description

We watch the shadows melt on steel,
Like a bruise on a porcelain spine.
As the red rain lashes waves
Across dashboard and wheel,
Tracing veins of fractured glass,
Mapping destiny.
Her arcing metal shell rips new orbits
In bone and tissue housing.
A spiraling fender, spreading burning rainbows,
And fountains of blood
Dancing over windscreen spider tracks.
A seatbelt's sexual laceration
Collapses to a web of exquisite violent mutilation.
Falling, twisting, tendon parting,
Stone on muscle, structure shredding.
Rising steering column meeting,
Sternum bracing, screaming, failing.

-------

i kinda like this one actually...surprising.
The poem says it all...i have nothing left.

-------

STOCK:
Dead-Stock
StockExchange

There were no brushes used on this piece whatsoever.
If i use them i always credit them,
and i usually stay away from using brushes anyhow,
because i suck with them...thank you for your time.

minor edit on 2-21-05