Holding on tight. Yes!
Wow! This intrigues me.
Garb a hold, keeps her from falling into the cold.
ugh...poor rosie...a murder of girls is a wee bit frightening...smiles.
Wow--I would much prefer to face a murder of crows than one of girls.
Yep, I'm intrigued with this one!
You've been tackling dark topics, but well.
girls are the scary ones. yall are vicious to each other
I need to know more now----holding onto my knickers
Sharp beaks, group mentality, and mercilessness, that's what little girls are made of, sometimes.
Sounds like a gang of girls bullying one.Darn it.
A tale of bullying to be sure, and how vicious a "murder of girls" can be. Quite well captured, even in it's brevity.
I love this line: "But, Rosie couldn't fall down." Like she's dying to give up and drop to the ground, but the cruelty or kindness (I can't decide which) is in holding her up. This reminds me of the "Rosie" in my most recent poem who is trying to kill herself but can't quite finish the job; she doesn't even have the strength for that.This is also kind of a Carrie poem, where all the girls are throwing tampons at her and ripping her apart with "posie stones" (words).I dig it. I always enjoy your dark side. In fact, I think it's the only side I've ever seen.
That last comment was from me; hit the wrong button.
Wow - your crows to rosie is pretty darn scary! Great cadence here. k.
Chilling! The original nursery rhyme was written about horror as well.
oh wow, haunting... great work!
Deadly stuff. The many layers of Rosie add to the ugly here--everything is not rosy, and children's games are full of the sharpest thorns.
Jesus. This gives me shivers... girls stoning another girl to death? It reminds me of that short story The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. Also the stoning they do in Iran. Brilliantly written. Horribly, wonderfully emotive.
so eerie and intriguing.... i love crows, so of course my mind went right there..."with flesh feasting tongue beaks" love this, love all of it!
Scary! The really scary part is how true this is to real life. Well done.
There is no escape! And when they are through with her, they will seek another. Chilling, indeed.
Wow... you've captured a chilling and unfortunate truth... how girls can kill others with their words... and the connection with the plague is spot on.
Creepy good. Whew.
a haunting write and image here.
Eerily beautiful, mama.Pamela
..intriguing and haunting... both at the same time...
i would love to be a crow just so i could hang out with my homeboys in a murder! this is crafted to an inch of deft defiance in the darkness of what can only be described as chilling!great write mama
poor rosie, a twist on this one.
Ha..Rosie must be wonderful if she is perceived as threatening to the ugly miserable bitch force.Take it as a compliment and reinforcement of your worth girl (whoever you are)!
Deliciously scary this one...make me think of female foeticide...glad you all didn't let her fall!
Neat and icily disturbing.with flesh feasting tongue beaksand shrill, shredding words,work the spell.
Scary stuff - us females have the capacity to be mean bitches once we join (and want to belong) to a murder of girls...Excellently done.Anna :o]
scary....it is sad... an intriguing and crisp write...
Yeah, I'll take the crows! Their murder I can handle!Not a cackle of bitches...very scary!I too, love how tight this is.You imagery oozes dark and disturbingBravo ;D
oh this one hurts... my daughter's name is Rosie... Rosewillow.If you have time tomorrow or perhaps Sunday or Monday, please stop by to visit the gratitude quilt and add words of gratitude of your own in the comment box below... it will be posted early Thursday morning, November 22nd. Happy Thanksgiving!
Reminds of The Birds, and Psycho. And one more tv series, what is it, the one where she can see dead people.
This taps into a very specific kind of feminine evil, part cult, part alpha female games. Not pretty.
there is an intriguing turn at the end. almost a conciliation. a "we" support. Fantastic.
wow!"with flesh feasting tongue beaks"that's some scary shit, MZ!♥
it is strange to be humansometimes we are on either sidesometimes we are kinder?
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