Hot Cornflakes

my stomach is empty 

and

my head is spinning

my heart beats so loud for you 

my head

screams at it to be silent.

It’s a constant argument. 

I can’t scrub the jealousy from

under my fingernails 

it’s all I can smell and

it wreaks of your dirty smile.

what do you want, honey? 

what can I do?

I can’t cut my heart out and give it to you. 

 

quick,

better run 

your mother is calling.

Reviews

[Desert Rose]

read that yesterday before heading to bed,
that kinda made me hungry ;) haha
maybe that's it..the hunger for someone..i suppose (^^)

[Kirsty Woodward]

Hot cornflakes are a good bedtime snack.

[Desert Rose]

true that (^^)

[PhoenixDown]

"my heart beats so loud for you
my head
screams at it to be silent."

I really enjoy your pristine construction of sentences.

& the end makes me curious. This is provoking. Thank you for being real.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the second stanza is perfect description of that feeling we just can't get out from under our nails...while a feeling of torment is nailing us to a cross...
something about breakfast, a mother who has too much control, a son who wants to love but is restricted by her jealousy---mothers can do that to sons...but he has to make a decision here....pour out the cornflakes and take his love to breakfast, out.

[Kirsty Woodward]

Nice comment, Jacob. Thanks.