over my thighs
it's been two-
many- years since
word play came
out of your mouth
and into the
bones poking
out of my hips.
lips of a
third person;
a destruction,
would tease the
both of us
by making noises
in the downstairs
bathroom.
"see what it is?"
yes of course
it's nothing
I'll see don't
you move,
all in one
breath.
"we aren't through"
forbiddingly. and
then I whisper
your name in
the bed through
the darkness
in childish hope
that it'll
reach where ever
you are.
come out-come out.
john.
john, can you hear me?
who.was.it.
and then it's
been too long
again and nothing.
I think our
room needs new
walls and the
colors are bad and
I come after you.
it's a million
silences that
don't taste good
together. I
chomp down
hard and suck wanting
to dry it out.
"john?"
and then I'm
grabbed from
somewhere and
it's still
dark and
I should have
turned the
lights on.
"boo," in
my ear. I
think, john
you little shit,
don't scare me
like that.
but it's
not john.
it's him.
yellow walls
Author notes
you have this fear?
A contest entry
- Just another contest by Randomly Beautiful.
1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
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Chilling to say the least. Thank you for this entry.
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One of my all-time favorite collections of poetry is called Book of My Nights (Li-Young Lee). It's not quite this terrifying though... *laughs* You've done such a great job building up the fear here, and I think that even the short line lengths add to that. Great job!
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thank you. I think capturing fear in poetry can be hard. I mean, not writing about it, but invoking it. Us humans nowdays are so critical. lol
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shit.
that's kind of frightening.
but this is powerful.
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boo!
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that's really scary K. Especially with that adorable baby as your picture.
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