Reviews for Death Sentence
Little Miss Shadow chapter 1 . 12/15/2004
I" gave up long ago my futile search/There is no hymen between my wiry hairs and plum/There is no pleasure either" Perfectly described. Not nearly as bad as you tried to play this out to be. "Sibilant silver slices on ice white arms" Stunning. Each verse it almost seems as if you start over from the beginning again, as if having lost your train of thought... which would usually be not so great, but it adds a lot to this poem, giving it an extra bit of energy, confusion and emotion. Haveing been-there-done-that... this poem was grea...