I feel as if I've become
a stumbling stone dropping down
step after step, scraping my face
stair after stair, dragging myself
night after night
With teeth clenched and
chest detained of breath, I begin
to release my phrased phase
of ending this before
it has the chance to infect;
And this has become the twittering legs
of the headless roach tapering in dance,
scampering around the ventricles
during open heart surgery;
Onward to your next
detrimental toast to a dying
customer, and I can see
your dried champagne lips laughing
and licking every bit of his wishes,
fumbling them with your tongue first
and lacerating them with your subdividing
hoards of the "cure for words"
Your infestation is of nothing known
but instead, something of black-veined death
consuming every sickled cell from the anemic
patient's cut, feeding like a fiend,
content with my evaluating distaste
for a sharp-toothed take on you draining
every bit of me before I ever get a chance
in waking from deep sleep;
Upon reaching the bottom of the case of stairs
I've found myself staring down into
my own chest as I close your up with
every single stitch my brittle hands
managed, you carrying to the breathless lung
in no need of oxygen.
Author notes
Plastic Dreams.
I have no clue. I've been having trouble with writing recently.
A contest entry
- with the abstract in mind.. by The-Phoenix.
900 points, ended January 10, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
There is no justice in silence...
Comments
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This makes me sad. It seems like you're portraying some uncontrollable situation, lifestyle.
"And this has become the twittering legs
of the headless roach tapering in dance,
scampering around the ventricles
during open heart surgery"
eerie but imaginative. i like. -
"and I can see
your dried champagne lips laughing
and licking every bit of his wishes,"
That was rich and my favorite bit.
Why is it that you feel so distraught? The emotion in this piece is strong and yet detatched. Like you are holding this pain at arms length or watching it happen from a third party position.
Very interesting. Very unique.
As always, I love it.
~Megan
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