First up in the basement, we have Carly Zee’s piece “FOR HER, WITH LOVE”.
Carly says – I like the middle, but I hate the ending. And I’m not sure if the beginning works. Any suggestions are appreciated – help!
Quick overview of the rules of engagement – be polite, be respectful, but be honest. If you’re confused, say so, and if it’s not for you, that’s fine too. There is no one-size fits all in the literary world. Give some real feedback, and (hopefully) helpful suggestions.
POEM — FOR HER, WITH LOVE
She looked into the mirror, and saw a pretty girl hiding beneath beard stubble; her heart ached with longing for things she could never have, except at the expense of a bottle.
A chemical to evoke change, and make her become
What she already was –
A glorious butterfly.
With love, and laughter, and a great deal of pain –
and a general fucked upness;
she became strength, she became power, she became who she was.
Beauty beyond all others, none can compare –
At least, that’s what I tell her,
As tears bleed into satin when she sobs in her pillow,
all alone, without lovers;
and hidden in the night.
All right folks, let the comments fly, and let’s fix’er up.
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