Poetry

Haruspex

The cold blade
sliced through me,
spilling me open.
My eyes watched
as he read his fortune,
and then there was
nothing.

© Sarah Doughty

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16 thoughts on “Haruspex”

      1. That was actually how it was meant to be received, disguised beneath something horrific. It raised an interesting upheaval on Instagram, because some are concerned about the darkness of this piece. It’s odd, sometimes, having to explain that what you’ve written if fiction, especially when the underlying meaning isn’t quite so dark. Thank you!

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      2. Only another poet truly understands the layers of meaning and the emotions beneath the surface. Those who take it literally don’t know much about extended metaphors. 🙂 I have the same problem when I write something seemingly “light” and “simple” and some readers don’t get the deeper meaning. 🙂

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  1. have you seen the new Austen based film with ‘friendship’ in title? Are you in UK? Will you do me a favor and click my link to my bipolar hope story if the overlap of adhd/bipolar left behind left alone appeals to you. Clicks, as opposed to ‘shares’ are golden.

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