Senior

Senior

A Poem by caisrusso
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"I was so mentally screwed up that I stayed with him."

"
when I was fourteen a senior at my school
turned down the radio and then picked up his phone
and looked down to find half of his body severed at
the waist, a tree where his feet used to feel the ground
beneath them. they say he lived for three hours
after the accident because the car he had totaled
was holding him so tightly that the metal acted
as a tourniquet and gave him a death so slow i
wonder if his mother showed up to hold his hand 
or she stayed at home so she wouldn't have to
see what happened.
i wonder if i saw you coming like the tree saw
the incoming vehicle, spreading out his branches to
stop my friend from crashing into something 
else. i wonder if i always knew you were dangerous,
if when we kissed it tasted like squealing breaks 
and skinned knees and burning rubber and
guard rails ripped from their homes, i wonder 
if i knew you were my end and i still pressed
down on the accelerator. i keep staring at
my hands, trying to find the part of me
you used to make up but it's just kind of 
gone, and god, this hurts so bad it almost
doesn't hurt at all.
i was always good at compartmentalizing.
maybe i will get drunk and tell you 
everything. maybe i will be friends with that
new girl you're seeing. maybe i'm already dead
and i just haven't actually realized it yet.

© 2013 caisrusso


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Wow... this is a really good piece. Well-written, great imagery and description. I don't really have much else to say other than the fact that this worked so well, it flowed immaculately, and it ended better than I could have imagined it. How much time went into the writing of this poem of yours? I'm sorry that more people have not had the chance to stumble over this and review it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


What a unique telling of an event. Deeply moving.
i keep staring at
my hands, trying to find the part of me
you used to make up but it's just kind of
gone, and god, this hurts so bad it almost
doesn't hurt at all.

Left me breathless.

Posted 10 Years Ago


caisrusso

10 Years Ago

Wow, thank you.

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Added on November 7, 2013
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Tags: poem, love, hurt, death, killed, accident, teens, heartbreak

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I am two parts self-hatred, nine parts sellout. more..

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A Poem by caisrusso