Have a good day, averyismediocre!
The review:
Wow, this is terrifyingly beautiful, I couldn't find better words for this. And you are not at all mediocre, avery.
averyismediocre wrote: Life slowly dripping down her spine
She’s not who she used to be
Void of emotion and a kinder mind
No longer will she grieve-
When I first read the stanza, I thought you were using the word bedtime as a metaphor for death, but the second stanza proved me wrong. Maybe the first line was so terrifying that the rest of the stanza was perceived by my brain as being description of death - but that's also a great description of sleep, as that is what it is. No emotion, no grief, and peace of mind.
averyismediocre wrote: Grieve the life of her former self
And the beautiful life she led
She’s put that volume back on the shelf
And is ready to go to bed
Aye, this stanza counters the terrifying first stanza, by making it clear that it is indeed about sleep. But it's the last line that compels me to think that the poem was about sleep, not death. "Grieve the life of her former self/ And the beautiful life she led..." Perfect description of dreams.
All in all, this poem is indeed terrifyingly beautiful. I can't think of more words, I am just speechless. :p
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