Darling Charisma.A Poem by just_teagueThe blood flows from my heart more forcefully than the blood to my heart, the pressure in these angry arteries.Yes and I’m caught in my own mind but the fact is I see in the colors that linger along the edges of your bitter dreams. I paint the night white and throw this world out of order.
I was the only one who had the true power to be a villain- yet I sought the character in other people, every stranger auditioning for the part I refused to take on. I wanted to write the story. Not be it.
What am I doing? Standing there in the mirror, tiny hips buried in scrappy fabric. Prolific wonder. I am acting very charming today. I am quite a clever little actor.
But it’s all made up. I drink tea out of the jar and it tastes just like wax.
Mozart, candles, tea, chess, chocolate. the sky outside grey with blackbirds, the most charming séance we’ve had so far. But I haven’t come back to life.
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Added on December 27, 2012Last Updated on November 5, 2013 Authorjust_teagueMorris, MNAboutI'm Teague; I'm always in two places at once. I am a sequence of four stories trapped within each other, or some similar mess. Will be primarily writing poetry here; I seem to be going through a p.. more..Writing
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