Dampened

Feelings of grief being prepackaged, preparing for the grief of a separation.

Wrap my head in bubble foam

And drown my head in packaging foam.

Saran wrap my heart

Cellophane my lungs in compact little bundles

      Of cold meat.

Make me feel as hollow as

Cold lungs in a chest cavity.

Hold my lips in plastic wrap,

Zip-lock my chest and heart and soul

      Cheapen me,

Cocoon me in transparent wrappings

And watch me go still.

Your sharp razor-blade pains turning over and over and over in my palms

      This morning those razor blade pains are wrapped in gauze

         And they sink down an empty hollow dark well, sharp metal pains wrapped in gauze,

            Clattering at the bottom of a well.

Reviews

[Ees]

I like this poem! Is that wrong that I like it? No, It is written in this oddly fun way. It gives me a strange feeling. I don't relate to the words, but I can picture all of the images. Fantastic job!
"of cold meat."- I love, love, love that line!

In the third to last line- I wish that you had used something other than "razor blade pains", because you used it in the line directly above that.

I love the last two lines.
Fantastic job!
Have fun,
Erin

[James William Dyer]

thank you for the input. I've been finagling with that line with the razor blade for some time now, and it's good to know it isn't just me who notices the upset in the words there.

[Ees]

Ahh, cool. No problem. That is exactly why I always mention whatever I notice.

[Poison Ivy]

the opening line to this is remarkably good,.
i love all the metaphors, original, but tasteful

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~ i am reminded of a day that happens to be one of the saddest days of my life... because of separation from someone... i struggled and struggled and struggled to express that feeling... all i can manage to say right now is that i really wish i'd read this piece back then...