Half Hanged Mary
Texte du Storyboard
- Simile
- I didn't feel the aimed word hit and go in like a soft bullet
- The bonnets come to stare, the dark skirts also
- Symbolism and Metanomy
- Setting
- It is my choice that I am dangling like a turkey's wattles from this more than indifferent tree
- Death sits on my shoulder like a crow waiting for my squeezed beet of a heart to burst so he can eat my eyes
- Simile
- Wind hold onto me I will not give in
- Personification
- When they came to harvest my corpse (open your mouth, close your eyes) cut my body from the rope, surprise, surprise: I was still alive
- Imagery
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