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fragile skin
by Rachelle Howeyour body is a foreign language
the oceans of your abdomen and innerthighs,
the portions that i took, the cursed gold
between your legs. i stole you, once, and
you request the return of these
occultic offerings, your mouth and spine.
i refuse. i will not say that you were
never mine. i will not say the past lies.
i held you there. you squirmed.
you with your china doll antics; so fragile,
cracking beneath my able hands.
10/18/2003 Author's Note: okay. so i suck. hardcore. this is all i have for now so i don't lose it, but trying to get an ending, i had a NASTY tinge of writer's block. yeah, so under construction, like whoa. alania schneider rocks my socks. she gave me the title. weee! :) jennifer said, "fragile sin," so, uh, they both rule. and i still suck. oh well.
Posted on 10/18/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/18/03 at 05:48 PM I already love this; your able hands, indeed. |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/18/03 at 07:11 PM I'm gonna toss another 'wow!' out there into the sea of commented wows. That opening comparison is genius; a human body, something as familiar as speaking, but still mysterious with all it's oddly pronounced features. The rest of the poem just stays right up there. So very beyond nifty. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 10/23/03 at 04:48 AM "suck"?? Must I smack you? This is great!! GREAT! GREEEEAAAAATTT! G R E A T. just to clarify, I think you touched on your subject matter very tactfully. This poem is gold. |
| Posted by Siri Lipscomb on 10/24/03 at 10:10 PM You may suck, but I say you amaze. Your work knocks my socks off, and leaves me smiling every time. You rock, Rachelle... Heart, star |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/26/03 at 04:22 AM Refusal to give up something which is dear to you and yet possess the knowledge that it is already gone. Exquisite! |
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