Little slivers of flesh
where you pressed “I Love You,”
peel off and work their way
into a slumped old mattress
because they have aged,
as things do, from too much sun,
from thirst, from lack of moist lips
that give a moment’s respite
to cracked skin that begs notice.
But I am damned pinned together
by wicked winds that wrap my own arms
around me to try to hold it all together
even though I attempt to spread-eagle
to soak up every bad dream of loss
like a dead room that still has a black light
spinning from some low ceiling.
I am muscle and sinew, bone and breath,
staled and stippled with slow drip of lead
filling my pores with dread that this,
this, is all there is to it:
Eventually exposure to such heat
will peel back and let my wish for you
escape this eon it feels since your leaving.
Author notes
prompt : picture provided by contest holder
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A contest entry
- Picture Inspired (VI) by ZachP.
500 points, ended January 3, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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beautiful intense and wow! love it! congrats to you on the bronze
~blessings always~ Trisha
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Intriguing write ...
and certainly held my attention throughout. You do seem to find a large variety of thing to write about.
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ah, such has been my life, my friend...I have not let anything not stir me.
and ty.
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There you go ...
that's the mark of a true poet.
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loved this
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ty dear friend.
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beautiful... an intense and powerful write...
extremely saddening, a pain so clearly & vividly expressed in a way I wasn't certain was possible with words...
amazing!
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ah ty, you have a new name person...
I know that pain very personally.
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