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Apple PieThe sweetest apple pie
My darling (die)
It's made with love
And lover you will find
That love is blind
Just take a slice
(Just try this coffin on for size)
And in the breath before your final cry
You'll catch the scent of apples and goodbye
(I really make the sweetest, bake
The sweetest apple pie.)
Fractured, Perhaps DreamedIn the city it is always twilight
The shops closed, boarded up
It exists in roads and warrens
Where people you think you know
Have the wrong faces
And walk differently.
The traffic lights come to life
Like cobras, coiled
Like the magma beneath the
Pavement, too close to the surface
It is oppressively hot
Except beneath the streetlights
Where you may find ice.
The malls are well-lit
Full of consumers with bright blank eyes
Not really present – well,
Not really people.
The mannequins are – they cannot move, but their
Eyes dart from side to side sometimes
When you're not looking
For that cashmere scarf
And a new red dress
And maybe freedom.
The graffiti flickers from
Wall to wall, there
One second, gone the next
Migrated to a distant alleyway
Performing evasive manoeuvres
Running away from:
Being pinned down and read (quantified)
Like this poem which was written
First on a narrow rose wall that
Only exists in an imaginary room
In (my head)
The melting pot.
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More