Brevity breathed down
The contractions in my gut.
It forged a sacrament
Through bent steel, and
Carpenter tools,
With the shaved off
Bits, crawling down my legs.
A wet towel clung to my eyes,
Scorning judgment.
Bulimia festered, and
Intrusive fingers pulled
Out all the fat and muscle I had left.
Drums,
So many decisive movements
Filled my eyes with
Bloody Bones and stories
Of felled trees.
My teeth cracked,
As I waited for him to
Measure my weight.
I was born from mud and
Baked inside the earth.
But when water fell to
Dust and embryonic fluid,
I was a hollow season.
Made from hard polished rocks and
Barren stumps.
Author notes
Bloody Bones is a thing that used to eat children. old wives tale. whatever.
Abortion.
A contest entry
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I really liked this. The imagery is very powerful. I like the ending lines, the "hollow season" aching the hollow feeling inside, the hollowness of the womb? "Barren stumps" again invoking the same emotion. My favorite part is:
"Drums,
So many decisive movements
Filled my eyes with
Bloody Bones and stories
Of felled trees."
This is just great. Thanks for explaining that "Bloody Bones" is a monster that eats children. It fits perfectly.
This is truly a great poem, and I'm glad you shared it with me.
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Ah, this is a great poem. I love how you pull no punches which takes a certain amount of self-honesty. Really, this is good work. I can feel this one as well as relate to it on the mental level.
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loads of room for the reader
thats what its all about for me
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Ok, so I'm crying now. GOD Danielle. And you say you have no words. I only wish my words could do that.
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