Brains for Breakfast.

I open up the door,

To lay my head inside.

I feel the heat once more,

As my body starts to cry.

It's still warm from breakfast,

Not hot enough to burn.

I feel like such a sinner,

I know I'll never learn.

I think about my baby,

Dreaming sweet upstairs.

I know they'll think I'm crazy,

And I don't really care.

I take one deep breath,

Just to inhale the fumes.

I sit down and crinkle my dress,

As clots in my brain bloom.

I slowly close my eyes,

And you're all I see.

Standing near the clothesline,

Silhouette behind a sheet.

I look up from the ground,

To admire the sky.

The clouds above me like a crown,

This queen lays down to die.

Reviews

[Robin]

nice rhyme and good flow , very creative ..

[Dilan Gray]

This is a really intense poem, I really like it!

[OT]

nice consistent rhyme scheme!! and a well written poem!!!

[GTVile]

Ooo, very nice. It does have a nice flow, so nice that I suspect with a little tweeking you can even out all the lines to have the same number of syllables, if you were so inclined. Its very creative in its use of metaphors and says a lot, giving a realistic voice to the character. Very good.

[alan khan]

the rhyme scheme in all your work is so so good. such great flow to it. amazing poem right herr homeslice.

[Wondering Mind]

I said ouch when I first read the title, but it turned out to be a sad beautiful write._ Clever use of the title ( the choice of which is sometimes very hard)

[Charles]

The title threw me at first but I'm glad I read this just the same. You used imagery and setting beautifully to say something quite saddening. The speaker voiced a despair that didn't need to be explained, her pains were palpable. I really enjoyed this write. Well done.

[Jacqueline]

It is so hard for me to find rhyming poems that I like reading, let alone am able to write. You did a wonderful job here at creating such a peaceful image that contrasts greatly with the title, in my opinion.
It's almost like I can hear the conflict within your mind resolving as I read more of the poem.
Also, it's weird that I found this because I just finished reading Sylvia Plath's novel The Belljar and some of her poems. Odd coincidence.
At any rate, very well done.