damaged flower

damaged flower

my sister is shaking the leaves of anger
that linger in an overhang from her last divorce
she has a young lover with soft eyes
she wants to shake him with a realistic fire
but he is romantic and fresh with believing.
she chews her nails into ragged imprints
and chomps her children with advice
that she has never taken.
she wants to sleep to the white noise
of a fan that blows loudly into the dead night.
at the moment, everything is manipulation,
money, feelings, time.
she jerks at the slightest sound.
nothing is safe against the heat of her pain.
the demon children next door
have stomped her flowers again.

Reviews

[raining]

yer best one, my opinion (that i have read so far) raining

[Emily B]

this is a stunning portrait, one that we should study and learn better from . . .

[Brown Bull]

A very descriptive poem about her being.
She should vacation at my farm in Mississippi where life moves a bit slower.
BB