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headlights
by Rachelle Howepoignant,
potent in my cells.
abandoned,
in this life.
two separate kingdoms
joined at the borders
with no alliance
and now, i
peer out my front windows
waiting for the tell-tale sign
of your fresh arrival.
headlights mock me,
and i know tonight
you won't come.
once immortal, victorious.
we consumed of the hidden sacrifices,
and ate the flesh of our enemies.
(an old ritual, we said, as we took
another drop of blood.)
but now, the innocence we shed
is our own
and nothing will ever
be the same.
08/25/2003 Author's Note: if it weren't for jennifer, my faithful editor, this shit would have never seen the light of day. in fact, i'm nearly sure i don't want it to. :) thanks, for the chopping block...
Posted on 08/26/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher Shin on 08/26/03 at 06:53 PM I wouldn't say angry. To me it is just waiting for a chance to arrive. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/26/03 at 07:07 PM Differences that cannot be fixed... words that cannot be taken back. Sitting in awkward silence at dinner each bite getting closer to a final death. that's what i get from this piece. Exquiste and painful emotion that really hits home. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/26/03 at 07:38 PM my dear, it's so powerful...how dare you even thinking of burying it alive |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 08/30/03 at 04:54 PM I think it's nifty, too. And as mentioned previously, it would certainly make a good song. |
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