A lamb in a family of teeth

A lamb in a family of teeth

A Poem by the bitter taste of almost

A lamb in a family of teeth


will spin wool into claws.



Running only leads the way into


the black; domain of yellow eyes.


The distance is never enough


for its thread of yarn will always


betray it and a neck between jaws


will break


and break


like a heart.



I stood in the meadow, under a merciless yellow


sun. Grass the color of death, a land starved


for pity. Wildflowers fought at my feet, my heels


burned with their need. I lost my bearings


at the end, searched for beliefs


at the start. I had nearly turned


my back


when I saw her.



A tender thing, all limbs and


no dart. The silence of her timid footsteps drowned out


all other sound that had endured me. Even the birds and the bees


went quiet, as to preserve her innocence. Curls a virgin white


danced before my eyes. Let this be clear: I pulled the wool


voluntarily.



In my life, I have kissed my foe


and scorned its love, and I have stood


at the precipice of mutual destruction


and jumped.



Only I landed


on my claws. Sheepish is the wolf


that doesn't watch its back.


So,



when I loved her


in the meadow, her tender neck


between my jaws, when I sank my teeth into her



I bit down and



broke my heart.

© 2023 the bitter taste of almost


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Added on March 26, 2023
Last Updated on April 3, 2023
Tags: poetry, poem, grief, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, abuse, neglect, childhood, depression, dissociation

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the bitter taste of almost
the bitter taste of almost

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I was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..

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