You inflicted this disaster.
Once fervor enchanted
this romantic collision
but you pay no regards to
the fresh rotting flowers
that this communion has become.
Industrial concoctions of
a love hardened into to hatred.
You live to rust.
Bitter pills remain trapped in
these closing throats.
Precious air escapes
from already lifeless limbs.
The bodies are in the gears.
The gears are in motion.
You always define this simple cannibalism
with the most intimate of movements.
Pumping, giving, taking. Driving this down.
This unwilling victim has learned to run away.
You devoured this heart whole as an example.
7.5 - the magic number.
You left holes in your story.
Pull the skin back and you will find
that is where I reside.
These lacerations are calling you home.
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Comments: 13
Honestly, this kind of hurts to read. There is so much underlying pain and raw emotion that my cup runeth over. This is intense to say the least Danielle and I found my heart starting to race. There is a predator like aspect to this poem . It is very moving with passion and sorrow. Kudos!
YOU DO MATTER DARLING. Your opinion also matters so much to me.
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Your insight is great to hear & to know that others understand somewhat of what I am writing about.