AftermathA Poem by Shelly BraenWhen love's flame burns out.You left a blizzard in my heart, I spin out of control in your wake, I feel the cold burn, Like a fly in your wine glass, I asphyxiate on your spirits, Like a notorious serial killer, Your trail left behind, Caught you, caught you, caught you, You leave me curling in the bath tub, Surrounded by candles, like a child in the womb, In the kingdom of sighs, I twist and turn, choking on tears, And eating the flowers from my garden, Just to put something beautiful inside, I prick myself on the pin, To remind myself to feel, I burn myself on the iron, To numb myself, I sit in the dark, To remember to see, And drink poison, To have a chance, To fight for my life, I stare at your books, Examining for fingerprints, To be able to hold your hand again, I scream out across the city, So that you might hear, The broken glass in my throat, I’ll drink it down with rubbing alcohol, And taste the sweet toxins, Wilting the blue bell inside, And I’ll eat the ashes, Of the memories you left behind, With red nail polish, And claw myself to sleep. © 2010 Shelly BraenFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorShelly BraenCAAboutMy pen name is Shelly Braen, I'm twenty five years old. I love Books, Writing, Art, Music, Playing the Piano, and Photography. Favorite Photographer: Robert Mapplethorpe Favorite Painter: Gustave .. more..Writing
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