Analysis of When I Sliced My Heart
When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I was stabbed with
several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless pigeon on the ground.
When I sliced open obdurate tree bark; embossed with a cluster of rustic root,
A slurry of succulent white juice oozed out in emollient abundance;
and the tree wept in hidden anguish.
When I sliced the belly of the colossal mountain; infinite tones of mud leaked out
in frenzy,
A cluster of earthworm and rabbit got dismantled; and the once bombastic structure now resembled a beggar in torn rags.
When I sliced open the skin of emerald watermelon; rosy pink juice cascaded
down with spontaneity,
The fruit looked ravishingly voluptuous like never before; with scores of brown seeds tumbling down.
When I sliced decayed bones freshly excavated from soil; a finely crushed
chowder of calcium flew directly in my eyes,
The scenario appeared grotesquely despicable; with nostalgic memories of centuries ago besieging the cool air.
When I sliced through the heart of a concrete wall; a series of blatant cracks spread fast like wild fire,
The structure now looked insipid and fragile; a battalion of red baked bricks came plummeting down; and broke my scalp.
When I sliced scintillating biscuits of yellow gold; an amber tinge incorporated the edge of my knife,
The currency proliferated itself with each stroke of mine; and soon I had more pieces of gold than when I commenced slicing.
When I sliced through an ocean of loose sand; the blissful assemblage got thoroughly distorted,
Bountiful splinters of silver soil hurtled towards my eyes; and there was profuse tearing that incorrigibly followed as an inevitable aftermath.
When I sliced open a balloon incorporated with salty cheese; and a fountain of water,
An incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face; scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my demeanor.
And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of blade; crimson blood
gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the celestial image of
the mother from whom I was born.
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Metre | 11110010010111010100 11101011010101111 10011110101010101 11110100110110101101 0101100111101010 001101010 111010100101010011111 010 010110101010001010101010010011 11110011101001011010 110100 0111010011001111111001 11101110100110101 1011001010011 001000101001001010100110001010011 111101100110101101111110 01011101000101111110010111 11111011011101010001111 0100010001111110111110111110110 11111101110100101100010 100111011011101101101110110100010 11110001010011010010110 1001001111101001111101011111011010 011111101011011101 11101001 101110101101010010101 01011111 |
Characters | 2,175 |
Words | 366 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 66 |
Words per line (avg) | 14 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 178 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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