A body cowers by
the toilet, convulsing in pain,
the scent of vomit pervades,
signs of a silent torture
but no one comes to hold
her hair back.
A puff of smoke escapes
his lips, the same ones
that used to smile lamely
when she entered the room,
wishing he was more than
feigned confidence.
Sometimes all he gains
from love
is induced
tranquilization.
She hears his voice
in the play,
the main highlight of
that night was the way
the actor’s question,
do you trust me?
reminded her of him.
She wishes she said yes.
Now all that remains
of love
is fruitless
imagination
and
Lost words
that disappear beneath
the lines,
a kind of ugly beauty
that lies between
closed minds,
blind eyes,
slippery hands
that hold tight
to all
they cannot
find.
Another poem written for my creative writing class. : )
Hope you guys like it!
Yes! Wow, another poem that cuts close to the bone and takes one on a journey into the dark places we need to shed light upon…
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thank you 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Bits and pieces of a dying love soaked in darkness beautifully put together! Loved the raw presentation of the painful reality!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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