post jilt tantrum

post jilt tantrum

a molten red candle lights the tomb

that holds the splendor of our connection

your art hangs dead upon a wall

we built to split our belongings

iron barbs hidden in your heavenly clouds
have impaled me with the hell of knowing

 

that my dream never lived, but was always a corpse

puppeted by a heartless necromancer

 

who was telling a joke that became a hex

to which I am the punch line and victim

Reviews

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what a magnificence b***h!!! a unique, clever and exquisitely raw retort

[Nothing Personal]

your art hangs dead upon a wall
we built to split our belongings

Made my morning with the best breakup reaction statement..The visceral journey through what was wrong and how to live now..I love tantrums..top stuff SK>>> love it..

[OT]

I have to agree with Kerry - this is brilliant - every word selected perfectly - love the "necromancer" - has that added malevolent touch - the dark sorcerers - a lovely picture you paint of her :P - nice!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Packed full of fantastically bitter and well crafted images, overflowing with emotion.

[Kerry O'Connor]

This poem right here...this is you at your very best. There is no word wasted, no redundant image and the emotion is as raw as only you can make it. Great pace, amazing impact!

[Robin]

oh man , this one hurts ...