Slammin' you

some 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.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the empty vessel/ wearing a man"
love that line....

all of these are so good and so biting with excellent use of metaphor...really like the "mushy" one which is really the opposite of mushy...:)))
and she, the author of these, is definitely slammin'.....definitely...clever.
i am inspired....
these might push me to the keys.
j.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. I am honoured. :)

[Papaya]

Sometimes I think you're venom and spice and everything nice, all rolled into one.
Some cuts delivered here in only the way you can. I think the end is just perfect btw.

[Lyn Anderson]

I love that. I think you should write a poem about her. :)

[Papaya]

Yeah. : )