The Love BombA Poem by DavinaPoem
The Love Bomb
How is it in your house of rage and lies and pain? Is your two-faced heart telling you it's fine? While you turn away, declare untrue accusations of lying. How is it in your house of rage and lies and pain? A house harboring twisted treacheries of all kinds. Dinner is served at the stroke of seven, a smorgasbord of eye-catching trickery. You have raised them as your own. You have breathed life into them, making them bloated with your breath on pain of death. Now, they tell ghastly tales of secret, cruel things, of being your own pink flesh, and darkest blood. Because you have fed and nurtured them until they are fat and satisfied, sure of their own inviolability. Glistening like swollen bulbous snails, behind them your sweet, sticky trail of destruction when they venture from your house. Smug in the knowledge you will provide them with safe haven, on their return. Oh, how you mind them, cajole and caress them. Play cute dress up games as if they were your very sweet own. Should I bring your mendacious house down? Should I topple it with a knowing, truthful bomb? Topple that sickly, eye-sore house of yours, my love? The house where we once lived, I remember the dizzying comings and goings. The in again, out again, in again, going. No knowing, only the cold, calculated efficiency of your trick or treat loving. Oh, I remember that luscious love bomb. It was a beautiful, barbaric blitz of the covetous heart. How you said those empty, nothing words with such aplomb! With slick style and practiced poise you launched that lethal love bomb. Can others see your sickly, eye-sore house? Or just my eyes alone? Should I bring it down? Should I chase you from that hurtful, hateful house. That house of rage and pain and lies. Maybe then it will crumble to the ground, The naked truth will out. 2014
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