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LadyLincoln recently challenged deviants to take a look at their old artwork and improve upon a piece of their choosing. Here are the winners of her Self Improvement contest:


First Place
BlueSoulber



Second Place
forestmeetwildfire
love, and other natural disastersacres of barely concealed tragedy
are sprawled along the vacant beach,
spreadeagled like a group of starfish or
a colony of dead Vitruvian men.
hair becomes whip-like in wind
as shorelines burst onto squeals of water,
each one a hideous screech
from gaping jaws, a cry that echoes
for hours while stars tick-tock overhead.
i could swallow entire mouthfuls
of the pale sun, feel them explode
like lightning strokes in my aching belly
and still think like a deserted seashore -
the only signs of life
ruffled seagulls picking at dry oyster shells.
the earth is a sphere and the coast
is a box of empty prayers
held together by a couple loose ends
of fishing wire
sharp enough to slit throats.  In dreamsWrite your daydreams all over me;
you cannot save me from my life
or the things I am scared to say.
Bedtime stories don't quite go this way.
It's the little things that follow you to sleep -
phantoms are thieves of nocturne skies
and insomnia burns our souls
to ashes  life, love, and all that jazzmy body is an accident;
you've got blood on your hands
(i think it's my own)
and i'm learning
the world will only love you
when you want to die -
there are no easy ways to say
so this is goodbye;
this is the last piece
i ever write about you,
or anyone.
here's to
the things we leave behind,
in the distance, fading
(summer ends tomorrow)
 
dear october,
here's nine reasons why you should
never look over your shoulder;
for once in my life, i know
the truth about forever -
 
it's in the little things.


Third Place
BittersweetGeek
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