Grown up

You can’t see her
But there’s a dead girl behind you
She wants to eat your brain
Been following for years
Nose to neck
Noticing the scent change from
Little girl to lotions,
perfume and boy
Her skin sticks to you in the shower
Flakes and peels away
Swollen belly pressed into your back
Standing up straighter
Only looking forward
Feeling big as two,
Eating for half
Her teeth are black and chipped
They grind in your ear at night
Heart beating in your mouth
Around the pill stuck in your throat
She wants to eat your brain, but can only just
Feel you
That doesn’t stop her smelling your hair 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Just heavy, and disturbing.

[SilentVerses]

Sensually dark and desperate your tale waves a tale of eerie melancholy as it plays a haunting tune of defeat, paranoia drips down your words as they bleed the fear they daren't show. She takes your sanity but you hold onto the thread she cannot get her claws onto, her image is one you do not want but she strives for it to be truth, love it, woeful and harrowing the words are beautiful in the emotions they represent stripped bare they are powerful.

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"You can’t see her/But there’s a dead girl behind you" Chilling and obscure from the start! Wonderfully dark and touching. This poem was so thrilling in the deep tissues of my spine that I was giggling all over like a little girl-- or a senile old woman-- either or. Loved the part about pregnancy. You really stuck it to life with this one. Bravo.

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. these words move me to tears ... i identify with all of it ... i have a chipped tooth from an assault ... and nicotine stains ... and still ... i want to be ... and i think i have a right to be ...

[Chris]

Dani, I like the flavor and after taste...it has a power...

Take care,
Chris

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Love this so much, so vivid so haunting. Love the last line