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Daily Lit Deviations for October 14^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: LionesseRampant}
InfernoSeptember is a sultry tangle
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
metaphorically.
He won't press for answers
and I won't trouble him with my problems.
So he complains about the weather –
he's never gotten used to these sticky, southern delta summers –
while I hold the door
and press the call button.
The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've indulgences to buy
and my own hell to return to.
But there's a light in my pocket –
abandon not all hope,
and
smile.
"Inferno" by SilverInkblot

<sub>This piece is full of emotion and wonderful
descriptives. Worth reading out loud, again and again.


Featured by: Carmalain7</sub>
(III.1-9)there's something about modern metropolises
& archaic architecture;
the framework of falsified facades
& bullshitted buildings.
there's something else;
a glorified grandeur of utopian understatements
& hallways of half-assed hyperboles.
let's erect temples to emphatic euphoria,
build monuments to manifested mania,
a statue sculpted of sovereign solace.
(is it infrastructure that we speak of still?)
there's something of an acropolis left
remaining in the resilience of a refusal to remember self-reliance
& there's a hammer in your hands,
a hexed holiness in helplessness;
you may knock me down
(just be sure there's something left).
III.1-9 by successwithhonor

<sub>Alliterative sounds and crumbling imagery captures
the essence of the living paradox that is urbanization.


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
UnlayeringThere are words queuing in line

for the page, simple words, trite

words, words of circumstance, words

the world could have never gone on

without their repeating; as day and night and fear,

the kind of words you never wanted from me,

void of Eutony, a simple psalm

of sound rhythm, but—


they cannot go unspoken any longer:


My heart unfolds like an infinite peel,

an onion pulled fresh from damp earth

that has forgotten it was once fertile.

You wash away packed dirt and tear

roots with your fingernails. The inside

of your thumbs push away at skin, first

the dark layers. You believe there

is something sweet further in, but Lord

only knows why.
                               God of my mysteries,

yo
Unlayering by vespera & tonepainter

_{A seamless collaboration, with
cohesive metaphor and imagery
and turn-of-phrase that will
take your breath away.}

Prose

_{Suggested by WritersInk
Featured by LiliWrites}

Mature Content

She Breaks Hearts... by nequ

<sub>Suggester writes: A short story made of equal
parts humour and imagination. It manages to pack
in answers to some important questions for our time,
like how does a super-heroine survive a relationship?
And when do you know you're in love?


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
Invisible FatMy cold, emaciated body lay on the kitchen floor, the fragile bones extraordinarily visible underneath the snow white skin that seems stretched out over them. I look down at my body in slight disgust, seeing my veins so clearly and still some fat. I thought I had gotten rid of all the fat in my body, but I still see some. No one found my malnourished shell until hours later. The police said that I committed suicide by starving myself for a few days. That is not how it went, I had anorexia nervosa, an eating disorder. My environment was poisonous to my body image, and I had strived to get the perfect body until I passed out, never to wake up again.
Yes, I was messed up in the head. While everyone else was seeing nothing but a walking skeleton, I still saw fat on me. Even now, looking down at my body I still see invisible fat underneath the pink ribbon scars on my hips, stomach, and thighs. Thankfully when in ballet attire they were hidden underneath the pale pink tights. My ballet teach
Invisible Fat by PoisonedPlum

_{It can be difficult to write about problems
such as anorexia, as they have been written about
so often and oftentimes poorly.  But PoisonedPlum
presents a vivid, shocking, and fresh narrative on this subject.}





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