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The Sign Blinks Vacancy
by Kalikala SmithHere I stand
naked before you
trembling at the quake of your
most anticipated
voice.
And yet you still whisper
sweet nothings into a vacant air
that smells more of you than of me.
I never belonged here
in this carved caricature of
faceless features.
You, drawing each line
like I was a dark comedy
waiting to happen.
And it stunned me.
Your quiet sharpness,
Cutting me like the razor you are.
So brief, so brilliant.
I can't even bear to look,
and yet my eyes wouldn't see
much of anything anyways,
Just a vacant reation
from some distant theme
replaying over and over in your mind.
Do you even see me?
My curves? The way my body shakes
even at the thought of your existance?
Don't you know it hurts me too?
Tears won't save us now anyways.
We've dragged ourselves beyond the
mourning of our loss.
What's left is the vacantness of you. 10/29/2003 Posted on 11/02/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 11/03/03 at 09:44 PM great piece, kalikala! i've lived with this feeling before- you phrase it nicely |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/05/03 at 11:43 PM Such an honest and revealing poem. You bare your soul in this piece and its impact really shapes the reader into seeing from your eyes with your emotion. Great read. |
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