The Inside Of My Pocket Watch~

The inside of my pocket watch

Heart

Is cobalt blue

They hold the tears of an eleven year old girl

Who found salvation in cirrus clouds

And a sky filled with cotton balloons

To catch her fall upward

From an inverted world

When the monster’s pupil slit for her

And her alone

How privileged was she

To be his next victim

Hardly

But this is a fairy tale

No?

So let’s try to find a happy ending

As she stands

Framed

By Time

Thigh deep in concrete

A pearl in her branches

Supported by little more

Than a spider’s thread. . . .

Arachnid took pity on her

Crawled out of the upper corner of the basement

Distracting her

Spinning silver light against the backdrop

Of the blood moon

While Beetle found a crevice

At the monster’s feet

And gave his life for hers

Because the crunch was enough to disgust

The disgusting monster

His fine leather shoe sole

Sullied

Sullied, she

Found her voice

It matched the sirens

The house took its roots a breath above the ground

Her collapse into diamonds

Scabbed knees in blood

One shot

Two shot

She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones

Placed them

With her tears

Inside

A pocket watch;

Was this liberation

Or a sort of deeper trap

Who knows

But they always wanted to see her cry

To prove that she was human

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

ooo I love this one - the story - sad - the descriptions are brilliant - "She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones" - the anti fairytale - a girl of sin and sorrow - the beetle giving its life for her - it's all so morose almost - melancholic - tim burton-esque ha! bravo!! I love - "but they always wanted to see her cry to prove that she was human"

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Love,

Tick tick tick. Doesn't it always seem like life is a stop watch, and we are all just waiting to get to zero. So consumed with the beginning and the end that we forget to enjoy the middle.

But it is never too late....too late to enjoy what time we have, enjoy what this magnificient life has too offer....course some of us enjoy the crushing sound of pain and pity. Does that make us bad people? Or does it make us normal?

Always,

Matthew

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A sad tale, knowing that opening the pocket watch will release the tears.

[The Cougar's Den]

I could feel a heart beat in every line as it pulsed through me...

They hold the tears of an eleven year old girl
Who found salvation in cirrus clouds
And a sky filled with cotton balloons

You paint the screen with the most unusual and delicately beautiful lines. I simply adore your writing. Wonderfully brilliant, as always.

[azeilc]

deep enough for any reader to drown ;) took me ten seconds to come back and breathe. I like the gothic approach it's trying to make me feel, sort of a little girl in the woods with the queen's castle waiting for her to get lost and never return home. keep them coming ;)

[Ed Hart]

we fall forward in time with all of our parts, and some of them are the age they were when the hour stopped because someone else thought the world was for free...you are precious in all your phases

[paul]

beautiful lines: both dark and light
danger. and hopes of safety

[Lilly Negoi]

a pocket watch - time suspended...maybe from a spider's thread...or maybe from the salt woven inside tears...

[Crowley]

I wonder what would be engraved on the pocket watch heart....this was a gifted fable, you never let us down. You manage to grab at every fiber of good and bad emotion and braid them into the finest leather key fob....the one that we call our lucky charm. If we were to lose it....a little piece of us would be empty. Great writing, you just never let up.

[Kerry O'Connor]

...my pocket watch heart... Oooh, what an image. I often wish I'd thought of that first when I read one of your poems.. This is definitely one of those times. But there is so much between the lines to capture the imagination:
As she stands
Framed
By Time
Thigh deep in concrete
A pearl in her branches
Supported by little more
Than a spider’s thread. . . . Such imminent tragedy.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

The picture is haunting. As is the poem..
You are the best with using metaphors.
A sad look at child abuse and neglect..
Makes me feel like crying.

Chloe