"In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead. The actual dying part, the withering away of my physical body, was a mere formality. My spirit, my emotional being whatever you want to call all that inner turmoil that has nothing to do with physical existence, were long gone, dead and gone, and only a mass of the most fucking god-awful excruciating pain like a pair of boiling hot tongs clamped tight around my spine and pressing on all my nerves was left in it's wake."
souls have shafts
stems-
like the twisted willow,
green and vomiting
on Mother's bench
the hideous vase
I gave her
and she keeps
a reminder
her little girl
stayed up late
painting fingers
on walls
she thought it cute
stench of pounding
to unblock congealed bowels
let go the pain
to howl, to howl:
the wolf looking for a meal
with teeth clattered
gnashed together
her baby stagnating
inside her own womb,
clawing flesh to feel
something
besides an ache
besides death
a final release
she let me die ugly
she saved me dying beautiful
so I could feel something
anything-
why did she love
that goddamn vase?
A contest entry
- Elizabeth Wurtzel Quotes. by Never Fall in Love.
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I think you started out pretty amazingly but somewhere alng the line ... it began to feel confusing. Like the cohesiveness of the poem was lost somewhere when you brought in the wolf. It's a bit of an abract poem .. I don't know. I'm not understanding.
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Fine, Fine, Fine
you wrote this from a place that we don't get to ... love the snippets of insignificant memory ...
and I'd wonder about that goddamn vase, too
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That quote above is so depressing.
Anywho..
"like the twisted willow,
green and vomiting
on Mother's bench"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I love your humor that's always evident in the most vulgar ways possible (:
"the hideous vase
I gave her
and she keeps
a reminder"
LMAO!!
"stench of pounding
to unblock congealed bowels"
Sounds...like diarrhea, pregnancy, or something equally icky.
"to howl, to howl:
the wolf looking for a meal
with teeth clattered
gnashed together"
Dan is written all over here...although aggressified.
"why did she love
that goddamn vase?"
HAHA!! Awesome I like that the hideous vase made another cameo (:
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Definitely no Dan written into this one, the wolf is only a metaphor for the pain
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Ah. Well, all things lupine kind of have his paws on it.
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lol No they are reserved for me now lol his paws are tied
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Ouch. But I'm sure he doesn't mind
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Not in the least
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