Premeditating S'words'mith

Marching orders..

Scared eyes.
They rule the world.
Blended voices
hide the truth
under felt-tip marker lines
honesty blacked out by progress--
by fear.

Shells waking
walking with hollowed eyes
and slack jawed faces.
In broad daylight
women and children topple
a deck of cards
all hearts.

All hearts and minds
and dreams and life
gone are pieces of humanity.
Tossed, discarded, forgotten
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.

And here I sit fussing over spilled milk
and a runny nose.
Here we vainly yearn for eternal summers
while screams of innocence
pull at eye sockets, hands
with frostbitten fingers.

Frostbitten fingers
the human touch, void of circulation.
They are torn, cut off
unwanted appendages
afterthoughts after one-night stands.

But what do I know, I'm just a girl reaching for a tissue
hoping I'll make it through this "terrible inconvenience."

Life is much simpler when I only care about myself.
Complications are....too complicated.

Don't you---"think"?!

Reviews

[Nigel Newman]

Dawn Hi. You were kind enough to comment upon my work so I hopped across. I've read several and found some wonderful descriptive phrasing, but mainly I landed here. I infer that you're using PMS as a device. It's not for the males of the species to truly know how painful and aching the 'terrible inconvenience' can be, but the way I read this is that you're classifying this as one of several so-called problems and stress factors that privileged and generally safe people sometimes endure; and then you're looking at real horror and misery from trouts, famines, floods, wars, etc etc. I have a medical friend who raises funds for 2/3 missions in '3rd world' locations where they employ a nurse and have work-visits from him and some other medical friends a couple of times a year for the more serious conditions. In my book he is allowed to feel anguish and pain about what he sees because he does something concrete rather than just wringing his hands and switching the TV to a reality talent show while they pour another Chardonnay. Hmmm! End of rant.

Anyway, as you can tell, this got to me, and that surely is the main purpose.

Nice write!
Nigel