Un Chien Andalou
Eye of a woman
held open wide,
strong fingers on the lid
and the cheekbone beneath.
A razor in the
right hand so close
to her passive face.
Cut to the moon.
This poem was written for Margo Roby’s prompt that we think of a movie scene so distasteful or upsetting that it has kept us from wanting to see the film again. In this case, I am referring to a still photo from Luis Buñel’s early film Un Chien Andalou that is so disturbing to me that I would never want to see it in action. Ever. In reading about this movie, I have learned that this image is immediately followed by one of a thin cloud slicing across the full moon, but I don’t think I’d still be watching the film by then. I will not post a picture to accompany this poem, but will post a link for those who might want to take a look. http://www.destroythebrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/un-chien-andalou.jpg
the raven's eye 
Oh that’s just awful. Awful.
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Ack. Ickickickickick. Now, you’re going to reenvision it. Quick, think images of flowers and oceans and fields.
No. I’m still revising. Some things you can’t under.
Oh! That razor, and therefore the double meaning in “cut to the moon.” Goodness. Your piece portrays this as truly terrifying.
Nope, you didn’t tempt me to go look. Yuck