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it all can go, but this.
by Rachelle Howeself-loathing is a bitch, and
certainly not poetic.
i read your words,
your forms, your curves and
come-hither-smiles and am
swept in.
you think i am your friend.
god, the deceiving veil is
twice as thick
with those lashes of yours.
i pulled you in, crushed
your bones to make my bread,
and all the while, was singing
"jack be nimble" beneath
my hoodwinked layers.
you know not of this place,
these images and verbs that i
swallow like horse pills, these metaphors
that i force in to my stomach.
these pretenses that i chew up
piece by piece
(26 times like a good girl)
and still manage to choke (on you) 10/09/2003 Author's Note: i don't think this pit in my stomach will ever go away.
Posted on 10/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/10/03 at 01:35 PM how do you create such powerful expressions...kudos dear... |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/13/03 at 07:06 PM You really pack a lot of strong emotion into your poetry. This one really grabs on and leaves and impression, excellent stuff. |
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