Strawberry snow

Just a match made in a frozen over hell

Your strawberry red lips
coat mine with a special brand of apathy
known only to us and the moon
though undoubtedly so do some of the w****s.
The one you’ve told the same sweet lies
you’re whispering in my ear
like poison and lace

A leg slips between mine
and I’m sure the rough denim covering would scar me
like the knowledge of what we are
(hell not even a poetic tragedy could explain us baby)
but my legs are encased in equally rough materials
covered in green and orange marker made stars
drawn for the muses out of boredom

The sheet slips off,
like your warmth and a cigarette between my lips,
rough and sticky
and almost catching against the bite marks on my hips
as I stride around like a 1950’s harlequin,
virgin slim in hand with a man out the door
while I wait as the shower water prepares to wash away some sins
and look for the make-up to hide the rest
along with the bruises.

And it’s just like always sweetheart
with the window frosting over
as the snow falls among the deadened leaves

Author's Note

wrote this out of boredom and writers block, but I think it's pretty good myself.

Reviews

[Emily]

The first stanza was a little contradictory and confusing, but I love the gritty tone of the poem. It definitely got better as it went on!