SELF-REBUTTAL

05 07 13

How many have I hurt
in proportion to the unwritten
poems that accrue like broken
seashells on a dog-eared shore
of disillusion?

How often have I feigned
drowning in generic torrents
of advice crowned with
salted cotton fluffs
of condescension?

How often do I bury
a protruded lip and closed eyes
in my own torso in
resigned recollection
of the dynasty of good-dude
assurances extended, unaware
of mind-coated blisters of
resentment, housing moisture
that would likely manifest itself
in tears if freed by the friction
of concern against disposition?

How many would I hurt for real
if I lived on my own terms?

Author's Note

For the dorm boys, who I hope are happy...and sober...

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Okay I hardly have to say I adore this write, I am swallowing each word at the moment, and digestion is well, you know....weird, but that's the only way to explain it. You've hit so many nerves here Benji, I can't begin to tell you, but you already know that right? Fabuloso...and all that jazz! No words are adequate enough to describe how I felt this one in my bones! x

[kublakhan27]

Thank you Mrs.R, I don't know what I'd do without your support, and your ability to tap into what I'm feeling, even more so than what I'm writing I'd dare say...the words pretty much speak for themselves, as does my gratitude :) xox

[Lauren N. Rodriguez]

Your use of imagery is the foundation for this piece, threading it with the self-questioning really made the thought process all the more real; great job!

[kublakhan27]

Thank you Lauren :)

[Lauren N. Rodriguez]

No problem:)