Oh, my, word, that is so sad. The imagery just sucked me in. The emotion, expression, figurative language--excellent. Wow. I take my hat off to you. :)

wow? this was a little strange... sucicidal content as well... i guess, yes, WOW! although the swastika did throw me off a bit...

pretty pretty pretty, again, and messy, really good moments of imagery too, beautifully done

damn. i think i'm in love with your imagery.

really creepy and very awesome

Lingering images, pinpoints of oppression and measured insanity.

disgusting and twisted.

(absolutely perfect)

"Her fingers trace the swastika on her thigh" - that line works so well, it gives the poem a definite focus and meaning.

There are so many vivid touches in this piece I can barely comment on all of them that touched me. The first two lines stunned me, and the last two woke me up again. Your writing is so intense with abstractism, it's quite something to read. Nice job, and thanks for the review. :)

j-jesus.

sorry about that,but this reminds me of someone so strongly it is unbelieveable.

great work,i adore your metaphors,and the last two lines are saddenning but a perfect end to a beautiful piece.wow.amazing.

E.Ebony

'she switches the safety of the gunon, off, on, off, on, off, on, off '

that was pretty powerful, it punched in feelings of confusion and carelessness. Well done to you.

And thanks for your review. :)

to me, this...coincides with "shipwrecked". leaves me rather speechless. "she wonders if she even deserves it" pure brilliant genius.

Wow. This is awe inspiring. Wow. Keep it up. Honestly. Publish it you knob!! lol {Youre not really a knob, its an expression.}

Cold, catching, stunning. The girl's pain begins from line one and drags you along like an artful car crash, driving you to witness her hurting. Brilliant, as always, and dripping with a biting clarity. Leaves you to reread it, trying to comprehend it, and begging for more.

how unreal. how absolutly magnificent, though. i love so much about this.

You've got a definitive style that hits you in the face first line. Interesting poem, though I don't know if it compares to reality, or is reality.