What I love about this poem is the discordant and shrill imagery. I can hear it. The bangs and snaps and hissing, and it really gives the feeling of being cooped up, and the building frustration and self-loathing within Merope. I have no idea why this poem does not have any reviews yet because, while short, it immediately explodes off the page with it's vivid imagery before simmering down into the haunting second stanza.

You're so talented, Natalie. It's a pleasure to read your poetry every month.

Greenleaf x

Author's Response: Oh! I am glad it had that effect - that's what I was trying to go for :D Thanks for reviewing, and for giving us all these fabulous challenges. I wouldn't have been able to write poetry any decently if it weren't for them. <333