Underneath the Floorboards and Months Across these Doors.

He sat there, turning his fingers around and studying the fingernails that

tip tapped

against the windows I had kept...

closed...

for fear of seasons dripping in, he

sat there

with no concern for the curls that fell across my winter worn cheeks, for the moisture that covered my face, for the blue eyes that stripped him...

he decided...

nothing.

I ignored the lack of depth in him and measured his silence with yardsticks 2 feet too long, his inappropriateness excited me...

and I dissolved somewhere in the mess of sheets on a Tuesday afternoon, while he

tip tapped

telephones and excused selfishness with a kiss upon my skin, Decemeber-drunk and ripped

between his teeth.

I reasoned with logic and mocked the irritation of my heart, he was out of sync with tomorrow, she breathed him out with the sighing of dandelions, he stuck himself

right in the middle of me

and I accepted nothing, the edges of my brain stained with Edger Allen Poe and the absence of literature inside his mouth...

I could smell him down in Florida and I knew....

somewhere in the cracks of me I still wanted him, he bled from my skin with no

concern

for the

tip tapping

that now resided in my head, I was nothing more than a corner to him, nothing more

than cobwebs and something

a little bit

beautiful.

I shocked myself with his disdain for acceptance and watched him dirty himself with pride...

I

tip tapped

my fingers on his forehead to hear the rattling of thoughts

and silence screamed back with the audacity

to mock

him...

but winter loved us once, and arguments mirrored secrets, he slept, violently, and I rocked back

and forth

on the edge of these memories yesterday

as I washed his

blood

off my bathroom door.

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

The imagery in this is pure astounding, and you weave a tale of suspense like few I have seen. I am unsure whether to take the ending as fact or metaphor, but it deos not change the slow descent into realization, one whit. This is a piece that will saty with me, and will leave me pondering the repetition, the way you strung the images together, and the way you inhabited the narrator of the poem so deeply i could feel her breathe. Spellbinding.

[closed..acct]

WOW!! You are really talented,
I really like your way of getting the right emotion across with your imagery.
You know how to write, This has a depth in it which is really powerful.
I enjoyed this.

[JRB]

nice imagery, good write and thoughts

[WhiteWillow]

What else is there to say but, this was wonderful. Grabbed me quickly and held me tight. Beautiful, beautiful write.

[Eagle Cruagh]

---watched him dirty himself with pride.
If you had said nothing more in this wondrous
epistle, you have said it all. You paintied a
marvelous caricature of an empty shell who`s
most important contribution to society was
----he dirtied himself with pride-----
Incredible, exquisite, and wondrous

----- Eagle Cruagh

[bookworm]

You are a true talent...this absolutely blew me away...I'm still looking for my breath...I never expected this. Honestly, please do send me read requests...I'm completely hooked! Btw, Edgar Allen Poe was the first poetry I ever read and I sensed his ghost here in the first few lines....gorgeously executed, my friend. Bravo!

[Moflo]

I love this piece. The story you tell is amazing, keeps the reader attached to this piece throughout the end. You have told your story with such grasping account, such strong wording and a great flow. Amazing work!

[J Todd Underhill]

This reminded me a bit of Plath. I have not read much by her and I am no expert but the style and feel to the piece was familiar.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Incredible !

This is so great that I need to reread it.
I expected a little poem about romance and
it turned into a story .... will tell you all about
the story when I have read it again and again.

Great writing .

------ Eagle Cruagh

[Elephants & Coyotes]

I hope i find the middle of my brain and get stuck there for a long, long time.
"my fingers on his forehead to hear the rattling of thoughts
and silence screamed back with the audacity."
What a way with words it is that you have.

[Adora.xo]

This was.... Holy crap. The imagery gave me shivers, and the tapping, the reference to Edgar Allan Poe... I absolutely loved it. I'm actually speechless, I can't seem to find the right words to say, this was a brilliant brilliant piece!

~Adora