voodoo doll

Momma

someone fairer than you

and even colder

must have made a voodoo doll of me

during that first sallow bloom in our summer garden

when all the kids in the house got thiner

wearing tight little knots in their bellies

O,how you wept momma

and how our tiny nanny had her eyes

sagged out,she cried too

but nothing could fatten us up

no tears or extra shares of pudding

only thing swelling up were you

with a baby brother that I never get to see.

It was then i suppose

when i had my first shot at nightmares

dreams static,indulging and malevolent

as if in a recurring Oresteia of some sort

your belly always so full and purple,

delphinium purple

and our wrists drooping down

like tiny brown sticks

At end of it

perhaps in the cellar

or some secret room i might not know of

I got my voodoo doll sewed up

white and bald,badly stitched

with living eyes and twisted limbs

with a dead mass of crumpled lips

and in some old dreaded yellow book

it had been written

that girls from this house

will come back no matter how hard they try to run

 even if they dont leave any trails

they will  return with silver eyes and shattered hearts

perhaps thats the reason

i keep coming back to the same purple room,

to the same dreams

even if i dont know which role am i supposed to do.

Lavinia or Christine

Christine or Lavinia

anyhow it doesn't matter.

we might have different lines

and gestures and cues,Momma

but it will end the same way.

This house is our death,it has always been.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A very interesting, dark, original and intense piece. Your wording and imagery is dazzling. A hauntingly captivating read. Beautifully and masterfully written.

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Alicante lullaby.

I am stunned by this piece. It is amazing. So raw and naked. Polish this one until it shines. This is a rare gem. I can see it means much to you and your passion touches the reader. Polish this one to a high luster. The brilliance will then be blinding. It is rare to see such a powerful poem on WC.

This was more than greatly enjoyed. Very impressive.

Rick

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and they all lived happily ever after...

[Robin]

poetry in oppressive hues ..

[Jibey]

A chilling write.... stark, exposed, dire

[abhas]

this is brutal...these words are trying to tear me apart... metaphorical indeed...
"only thing swelling up were you

with a baby brother that I never get to see."... what plight!

"dead mass of crumpled lips" .. these words are gonna haunt me...
we must cut off out strings...
this is a great write ... a lot of things could be said .. but silence expresses the most for things like these...