by John Ilotan
Kneeling before you
and with swift
i slice myself
from abdomen to sternum
spilling my insides out
on a cold white floor
a steaming evisceral mess
displayed at your feet
staining your pretty-painted
all for your pleasure
Posted on 11/06/2003
Copyright © 2020 John Ilotan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 11/08/03 at 08:17 AM|
Very powerful piece,John.Great write.
|Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/08/03 at 07:29 PM|
Yes, there are those times when you have to open yourself up and lay everything out there....love the imagery...well done
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 11/09/03 at 07:13 PM|
i always love your magic words ... in this case, magic seems tragic.
|Posted by Mara Meade on 11/10/03 at 04:24 PM|
My mind went immediately to Yukio Mishima's "Patriotism." This is very vivid, very visceral.