poisON IVy

I look at your face knowing that I will not forgive you.

My fingers tap the table one by one and I wait for you to finish your cigarette.

I absorb the screams coming from the hospital

Because there is nothing left for us to save there.

I have no intention of wiping the vomit or blood off me.

I do not hide the IV drip marks on my arms where there is no blood anymore.

You order another cup of tea

 and I beg inside for my tears to flow into my veins.

I know,

 you did not pull the trigger

But

A morgue attendant calls me by my last name.

Reviews

[Alice Cob]

Beren, "poiSON IVy" is a stark and powerful poem that captures the raw anger and pain of betrayal. The imagery of the hospital and the IV drip marks is chillingly vivid, highlighting the emotional turmoil and the physical toll of the situation. The poem's intensity is palpable, as the speaker confronts the one who caused their suffering.
I love the implication of "On iv" in the title, very clever!
Overall, chillingly yet beautifully written, my friend!

[Beren]

Aww. Thank you so much Alice! You always make the most descriptive comments. I am grateful! I hope everything is fine. I am sending my best energies for you. Thank you again!

[Alice Cob]

Ofc Beren, and thank you for pleasuring us with your delightful works!

[Lorry]

Do we hide those marks for ourselves or for others convenience?
A very powerful write with a double edged gut punch ending.

[Beren]

Good question. I'll think about it. Thank you sir.

[Amy R]

It captures heavily the struggles of the writer's feelings of anger and sorrow directed towards someone close, suggesting a complex relationship that has been marred by trauma.

What a painful yet moving poem, sighs, was a hard one to read.
-Amy

[Beren]

Thank you so much Amy! I appreciate it.

[Amy R]

You're welcome, Beren. 🤗

[emmajoygreen]

This poem intrigues: the finish (for me), seems to start at its end but go back to show what follows. Perhaps. Your writing often touches on the unique.. unusual.. other world-like. You have created a series of scenes and are processing the whole for the reader to take on board. Fascinating.

'You order another cup of tea
and I beg inside for my tears to flow into my veins.

I know,
you did not pull the trigger
But
A morgue attendant calls me by my last name.'

[Beren]

Thank you for your time Emma! I appreciate it.