Snow melts.
Beneath lie
tissues
unexpected.
We thought
she’d run away,
but the
slow reveal
of skin
suggests
otherwise.
Christie Isler is a poet, writer, musician, and teacher in the Pacific Northwest. She writes prose and poetry and has seen work published in several online collections, including Shoots & Vines and Identity Theory. She has had poetry included in a Shoots & Vines print publication. Christie makes her home outside of Seattle, Washington.
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Posted on December 17, 2009 in Horror
8 Responses to “THE DISCOVERY • by by Christie Isler”
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December 17th, 2009 at 9:45 am
Cooly and concisely written.
One hears the insouciant laissez-faire regarding a victim who was supposedly taunted into running, but stayed around to the annoyance of the taunters.
Quite well done.
December 17th, 2009 at 11:35 am
A dash of horror–and done quite well.
–dj
December 17th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
This had better be about a cat.
December 17th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
oooh. Sliding creepies.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
Short and to the point. I’d say sweet, but the end was too creepily well done for that…
December 17th, 2009 at 4:10 pm
Well done !!
Leaves room for imagination.
Make of it what you will.
Weird and off the wall.
I like it !!!
Simplistic.
5 *****
December 17th, 2009 at 8:55 pm
Whoah! This poem’s like the tip of an iceberg!
December 18th, 2009 at 10:30 pm
Beautifully dark and suggestive with its implicitly sensual last few lines. I find its short length adds so much more to the piece than extra words ever could.