Shattered
Trying to get some closure on this weekend which was the lowpoint and very nearly the end of our time together. Initially this was a draft, but I'm not going to touch it. I don't like touching blood.
I find you
we're standing on the edge
of the end of it all,
and you're high.
Hooded, flat eyes glare out at me
Sullen words shot back in my face
as my words ricochet
You won't touch me now
If you weren't high, you'd pull me close
and we'd talk and listen and reconcile
But now I face a surly shell, pleased to be
difficult. Unfeeling.
The land mine explodes.
My throat is scratched dry, snot cakes
my face, my hair, my clothes--
the car seat I'm rocking in.
You remain high above it all, watching,
unfeeling.
I am alone until I can choke out
I need a hug
Warm arms wrap hesitantly around me
My nose bumps a shoulder
Our bodies are strangers once more.
I find you
we're standing on the edge
of the end of it all,
and you're high.
Hooded, flat eyes glare out at me
Sullen words shot back in my face
as my words ricochet
You won't touch me now
If you weren't high, you'd pull me close
and we'd talk and listen and reconcile
But now I face a surly shell, pleased to be
difficult. Unfeeling.
The land mine explodes.
My throat is scratched dry, snot cakes
my face, my hair, my clothes--
the car seat I'm rocking in.
You remain high above it all, watching,
unfeeling.
I am alone until I can choke out
I need a hug
Warm arms wrap hesitantly around me
My nose bumps a shoulder
Our bodies are strangers once more.
posted by Krista at 7:50 AM
3 Comments:
That makes me sad. I know virtual hugs aren't the same, but... ::hugs::
Is this where I should come for your poetry?
Hey Shenry, thanks for the hug. It means a lot. :)
I'm just in the process of moving over here from blurty, so yep. These are my new poetry digs.
Sorry for the downer poem, but writing stuff out has always been my way of licking my wounds.
I too have used the written word to expunge inner harshness. I haven't done much of that recently, but back in the day I had a lot more time. Some of it you can see in alt.good.morning, here's a tiny sample from 1997.
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