Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-9967354-20141001135804/@comment-9967354-20141002045247

Hmm. I think I'll rewrite this poem -or scrap it completely because rewriting this would be /such an ordeal/. I don't really want to split it up into stanzas, though. It's just not something I'd want to write in parts.

In the beginning I've mostly just personified the rainy morning as a drunk and drooling sky who had cheated on 'her'. It's the kind of setup that is fit for a scene with a heartbreak, which is almost funny but the narrator is being serious. The girl's problem isn't so petty (or maybe it is?). She owes the devil her soul for a favour we don't know about. Her sister and her mother are there and she's having a fit and she can hear them speak. Then everything goes silent and the devil claims her soul.

Ehhh that's sort of what I wanted to imply. I guess it isn't that clear; I keep assuming everyone will over analyse everything I write and then get all obsessive compulsive about it.