i still haven’t died
from the song heard on the radio
in a restaurant chair
whose plastic contained
few of the ways that
we were wrong.
the oxygen tube teases my nostrils.
how the heck did i think
the baby-blue was
just another phase?
what your ribs never knew,
i found out light years ago
in outfits that didn’t have to
make me feel beautiful anymore,
because i wore you every day
like the earth wears stars
out.
but not killing myself
doesn’t imply that the people i blamed,
how i caught up with the weight of
breathing,
and the day i didn’t call you back
made me forget.
Author notes
I heard that song a couple weeks ago and have been thinking about him since.
Why, why, why, when I should be achieving my dreams without him, like I've been for the past two and a half years?
A contest entry
- personal by Melissa Gayle.
800 points, ended July 24, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Missing by Cherokee.
300 points, ended August 10, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is quite intense, the language you used only enhances the piece.
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this is so strong, first entry i've commented on. i love a lot of your images here...shhhh
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Thank you very much
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though i don't like that this is now in another contest..
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