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i said, burn, baby, burn.
by Rachelle Howethe cement was cold, my feet naked,
they screamed.
my sweatshirt swallowed me, like you used to,
and i was there, shaky.
shaky, in this foul shell.
the sky was dry and i had been
swallowed by the blue.
i ash; swirl the smoke in my mouth.
my hands were parched, anxious.
they had been thrust into my pockets,
swallowed.
my tongue was lapping at empty promises,
and you, you were my morning cigarette.
my morning fix.
i flicked you into the yard.
you were no longer any good to me.
you were my morning cigarette
and i had taken my last drag.
09/29/2003 Author's Note: :CP on sarah. oh, and i know i used swallowed three times. shaky, too. i did it deliberately. so there.
Posted on 09/29/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/29/03 at 06:33 PM Harsh and vivid imagery that leaves a hole in the soul of those that have felt rejection. Ingenious word play and awesome form. Great verse. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/29/03 at 08:07 PM I love the heavy attitude, the way you take no prisoners. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 09/30/03 at 03:32 AM loving the cigarette imagery...it's beautiful babe... |
| Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/30/03 at 03:37 AM Indeed, this has some great imagery. (and repetition makes the world go 'round) I'd never thought of "ash" as a verb for smoking, but it works, hmm.. (and repetition makes the world go 'round) Lovin' it :) |
| Posted by Amanda L Marron on 10/01/03 at 01:20 AM addiction, fiending.....wonderful piece.....very very moving |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/03/03 at 04:44 PM the imagery and comparison of him/her to a cigarette is much more powerful to us smokers!! Cool comparison |
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