Slammin' youA Poem by Lyn Andersonsome errant thoughts"I may not know how to slam poetry," she said, "But I am pretty sure my poetry is slammin'", Like the day or days he slammed the door, And she didn't know it wasn't like the thousand times before, A series of incidental incidents, not coincidence Hours and days and years she left behind More days than she can count The ache inside her heart was the same texture as her puffy eyes -- The mirror from which she couldn't hide, But now, the only scars are on the inside, And every once in a while she can hear her scratching At the walls of her mind, The one she buried under his lies …
Mushy afterthoughts --
tasteless fruit from a poisoned tree. this is how much you mean to me
Soul cleansing --
To say I need to purge you makes you sound more significant than you actually are. just a light dusting is all that's needed on any given day; shake out the cobwebs till you're all out of my way. My bothersome crocodile
When the crocodile lurking in my dna whispers his lies danger is imminent, even though you're not here ... I close my eyes and shut one ear. I listen to the birds and wait till you disappear
Nothing special
Inside your whispers it's so easy not to listen I feel the me I knew begin to peel away - layer by layer words like acid burn hotly under embers not easily tamped by watery placations still inside those whispers it's so easy to forget You're nothing special an empty vessel wearing a man. © 2019 Lyn AndersonAuthor's NoteReviews
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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