Oh, the Bovine!A Poem by elaniAgain, he stood still as he saw me break in two. He held her hand as he saw mine tremble, smiling at her, laughing with her -- killing me. There is no refuge in the golden bottle that wets my lips every time I tilt my head back. As my balance shifts, the thoughts I no longer want to think, the feelings I no longer want to feel, find peace only to be brought back to the upright and logical position with a swallow. She smiles at me. She wants to make a lasting impression on the women who threaten her with only their presence. The impression she leaves is that of a bovine creature having sat on my chest, compressed my lungs and sent the breath streaming from me. She left me stupid and dim. © 2008 elani |
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1 Review Added on August 5, 2008 Last Updated on August 6, 2008 AuthorelaniNorth Hollywood, Los Angeles, CAAboutI am an architectural student at Southern California Institute of Architecture - SCIarc for short. On the side, I paint and write and would probably never call myself a writer - in my opinion, anyone .. more..Writing
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