|Reviews for to Sofie, 2|
| Isca 8/27/09 . chapter 1
"Shadows of quail." Whoa.
"Your fog-laden esophagus." Aha. What a brilliant line.
"And when I turn to touch myself, I do it with your shrapnel fingers." I cannot even begin to tell you how amazing this line is. It caught me so off-guard. I love it. The imagery is so chilling.
"The teeth of their children." Honestly, where do you come up with this stuff? It's mind-blowing.
"Naiadic sobs." Nice allusion.
"All that arises is the thunder of wolves." Wow. What a stunning ending. This really is a fantastic poem. Your diction level is wonderful. :)
| Amaury 8/25/09 . chapter 1
Wow! Such vibrant descriptions!
I don't dare quote anything for I
would become carried away. Stunning job.
I could really feel the emotions draining from this.