Madness

Madness

A Poem by CourtniRenee
"

Here the madness was divided up equally, and there was nothing leftover for us to have our own lunatic. -House of the Spirit

"

My sister filled the hole in my chest with a putty,

made of spit, feathers, brown edged leaves.

She packed it in creases trapping voices slithering

through cracks. She pressed her slender fingers

against hard edged bone, shaping the stuffing

until I was solid again.


Now my sister lays under a blanket

of washed red dirt and unpicked flowers.

Her lifeline hewed into marble.

Carving wrinkles into my face

I lay over her and listen for her voice.


I claw at the clay so carefully enveloping

my hollow. Searching for her

fingerprint, caught laughter, forgotten word.

I empty myself.


Curled on dying grass, whispers

return. I dream of fire, jasmine,

blue eyes washing over sticky lashes.


I stuff myself with feathers caught in empty limbs,

crushed leaves, and stolen lipstick.


Nothing fills me.


© 2016 CourtniRenee


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This is so many things. First of all its beautifully written. It is also longing, despairing, & mournful. You've captured madness here as a flood of strong emotional confusion. Very descriptive. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


CourtniRenee

8 Years Ago

I'm really glad you were able to pick up on the emotions! I was worried that all the descriptive lan.. read more

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Added on July 25, 2016
Last Updated on September 15, 2016
Tags: Sisters, grief, loss, mental illness

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CourtniRenee
CourtniRenee

Springfield , MO



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