Our Scars

flashbacks, and how they cripple our future. *inspired by the film Black Snake Moan

 

that black snake moans

those flashbacks

of the wars i’ve fought

with my father, brother, steroid pumped man in blue

all i’m keepin true

 

my truth

 

wanting to give it all to u

inside out, and back in then out

again

no air

choking throat

 

nothing but a hair left behind, and

those scars

 

i see the you you don’t see

you see the me of the former remnant of women past

and i am ready to strangle that f*****g black snake

til it no longer moans, but screams, then fades

then relaxes

to the present

 

i say i want to massage your temples

until your misgotten memory turns liquid

so i can swallow

swallow that black snake

so it chokes no here and now no more

 

that black snake moans

and i cry

cancerous tears

tears of death moans playing in my cerebellum 

body twitching both involuntarily and voluntarily

hell, i don’t even know the difference anymore

 

and somehow both of our necks begotten

like some African mythology springing forth new life

out of the dead crevices

we have to learn who to be thankful for

 

i’ll suffocate your f*****g, moaning, black snake

i’ll help you breathe, but

 

what will you do for me?

 

 

what will you do for me?

 

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Hi Colette, I Lovey Love LOVE how you use words in your poetry...always edgy and thought provoking.

[Colette]

awww! i lovey love LOVE that u frickin read them! :)