Scavenger

ahh, just a scratch
spilling out
ink through wastepulp skin
closet casualty
with your soundless monologue

you have drawn your line
yet from where I stand
wounds are festering
whiskeycumpalpitations

a bottle for every belly up
bloodless woman
flatlined, gutted
pending status deletion

Sigh, now
both faces are showing
just a crack
just a snatch
soon you’ll be
pulled out
by tiny beaks passing up
breadcrumbs.

Reviews

[Kes]

Wow. Ouch.
This is too cool. :P I loved the first and third stanza in particular - the hidden, hurting people. "closet casualty" is really clever, as is "flatlined, gutted". The first creates pain, the second creates vivid imagery. Scratch that, your use of gory, vivid imagery is fantastic throughout the poem. The last stanza makes me feel like a worm, or some kind of creepy crawly. I wouldn't want to be on the recieving end of this poem, much as I love it! Still, I imagine that was the reaction you intended to create.
Great work!
K

[zainul]

Lovely write

[A Writer's Curse]

I really like the blunt and vivid nature of this.

[Muse]

great images...a bit disturbing...but Edgar Allen Poe would be proud. Your vocab is clever...hell you even invented a new word? whiskeycumpalpitations

I'll need to add that to my Dictionary. Great penning.