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Pushing up colorless daisies

by Britt Zimmerman

I am low today

tired

jaded

lonely

twisted up my hair

made up my face

to hide the pain

Left my anger at the door

of some poor unsuspecting chump

feel me wither away in your hands

like dried up petals

He still wants me like I want him

I can feel it BLACK and growing

inside his heart

his lungs

I can taste the discourse in his breath

his lovehateangerresentment

vomiting, spewing from lifeless lips

and I am gone...

6 feet underground

pushing up colorless daisies

and dancing to a beatless drum

 

 

09/30/2002

Posted on 09/30/2002
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/19/02 at 01:34 PM

Yikes! Darkly but very well put, Britt.

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