Holes Don't Make Craters Any Bigger

....and yeah

Old wounds
open like firecrackers
in church.
Explosive untouchable smoke-making demons
of forgotten torment,
squelched out with
years of
scrubbing clean in showers,
ridding the riddled
of humor,
lest the distance shorten
between synapses and
receptors.
Ya dig?

Pain, b*****s.

Slice me open,
throat to womanly parts,
and you could never
duplicate
the agony.
Lions of shadows
play out scenes in
time-lapse like
flowers growing backwards,
decintigrating back to
dirt.
Too-hot sunshine
melting earthworms in
their belly-tracks.
Phantom pains of
a choice organ,
squeezing like sobs and dry heaves
to feel
remnants of
love.

Reviews

[J.M]

Awesome poem - I love the idea of everything in reverse like flowers growing backwards. This is an inspired piece and one i can relate to. I also love the title. Good job!

[Katie Hardin]

this is great, i love how you painted images with your words.