Hand raised
And descend!
Oo, that’s nice.
Wrong phrasing there.
My absent presence-
Stings with a hint of green?
Ha ha, awkward…
Crinkled, paralyzed bear claw.
No words please, just notes and chimes.
Be quiet Jon.
Now is not the time.
unreasonable and ridiculous
Shaking off anger
Only to find his brother.
Sickness in middle
Please purge this
Small bumps on lip line and eyebrow
its coming out the skin
if not my mouth.
Cannot stay in.
~(Too honest for an audience?)
Absence of gap, broad shoulders, beautiful exhalations
punishing the wrong
self infliction never gratifies
conveying it outward
always worse
all because of a misplaced pause
2 comments:
i feel like i have a bit of historical context for this poem maybe?! (stuff i learned today!) i really like the way the last phrase so encapsulates the nature of the distress i feel like this poem is about; a world of emotion hinging on such powerful, delicate details...your poems betray a girl with an eye for all those wonderful, little observations... :)
twas a lovely afternoon love!
haha its funny that you think so, I'd love to discuss this poem over coffee when i return :)
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