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with this and that...
by Betania TeschI envision
a razor so sharp
it slides through my lips
like you slid into me
but pain hides
until the blood starts seeping
from the symetrical severence
of my lips in half.
Now I can't quote form
those hard vowels
and the words are slurred
with tears and blood
but you're free
to interpret each
and every movement
of my broken mouth
to your advantage
and tell me
that they could use some
revision before
I thrust them on the world.
After all,
we wouldn't want anyone to be scared. 11/21/2002 Posted on 11/22/2002
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 12/09/02 at 07:42 PM God. Your voice in this poem: I've been the one you're speaking to before. I feel in your words: pain, anger, loving-resentment. I understand. I'm sorry. Beth- this poem is perfect. It's so well written, so effective, that my past-guilt leaves me present-speechless and future-spellbound. Thank you for sharing this and forcing the mirror of your words unto my wicked face. |
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