Jawbreaker

I clutch at
biting razors,
scratching nails.
hurting, hurting.

your eyes bore into mine
the deep burgundy forcing
the fluids of my crumbling heart back.
swallowing,
I dig knuckles into
the black velvet decorating my mind,
ripping;
tearing at this hurt.

I still yearn for your seeping drug;
compassionate one day,
drowning in boiling black sludge the next.

Yet this time
your hatred is pure ugly --
hard candy.
a jawbreaker shoved down my throat.

my black velvet
is drowning dull hospital-white sheets now
but i keep tearing, clinging to your
cigarette-stained-metallic-stone-heart.

Author's Note

this is a really old piece, but i've been contemplating going back to work on it a little.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I'm not sure what you'd do with it . . . seems pretty complete and finished. But only you can know that.

[Water_the_Sun]

this piece is beautiful in a tragic way

though not the same situation, ive been through something similar and I can empathise on a certain level...

The way youve expressed this is wonderful, your imagery is stellar, and the emotion youve portrayed is breathtaking....

[Wunderlich]

I really like this. The last stanza is a good closer, but I'm partial to the second stanza. I just really like it, especially the words you chose in it. Overall this is an excellent poem. Good job! :D

[~Unashamed Love~]

love the emotion, I can feel the pain, beautiful!