Closure came tip-toed,
and whispered to him,
“Darling, you can have me.”
The feeling that the end was nigh
that floated on the surface of his being
became concrete
and sank in deep, somewhere.
He rested
as he watched Anxiety leave.
Now, he rested
underneath Her weight.
The knife lay still, wedged deep between his ribs.
Yeha, Whatever 
Woah woah and woah! Bloody brilliant! Closure and Anxiety? Who would’ve guessed that? 🙂
Absolutely unlike anything I expected, Kay!
My turn.
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Thank you, I am glad you liked it.
The point of the word-poem game is to use the word in an unexpected way. I can’t wait to see how you use the words I gave you. 🙂
Btw, do you realize nothing rhymes with “ribs”!? 😛
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fibs
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dibs
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Jean-yes!
“She called dibs
on his iPod,
while he lay with
the knife still,
wedged deep
between his ribs.”
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What rhymes with iPod?
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There is a reason I don’t write rhymes.
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While he lay with
the knife still,
wedged deep
between his ribs.
She whispered in his ear
‘On your pathetic existence,
I call dibs.’
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Kuch bhi.
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I thought you were joking! It is really a word! XD
“Fib: a lie, typically an unimportant one.”
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cribs
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Haha.. now you’re just showing off.
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I’m just putting mine up. I don’t know if it’ll surprise you but that doesn’t mean I didn’t try. I don’t want to ruin your expectation but the word isn’t central to my attempt.
Actually, now that I think about it, I think I didn’t understand the motive well enough!
Gawd!
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Share the link here, yar!
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It isn’t supposed to be central to the poem. You can use the word however you wish to. And chill thoda, this is supposed to be a fun thing!
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You should realise by now that I don’t know how to have fun:'(
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