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insanity in a coffee mug, murder in my pants
by Rachelle Howeit's a halfhearted nag in the
back of my broken skull.
you, that limp and
tangled body on the floor,
with a pulse,
unlike me.
i am there
with that knife,
that i had slit
that i had used to
that i had sent
reeling as it sunk
deeper
down.
you were there, my
pretty little foe,
you were there in
your rainbows and sunshine.
the sunlight that i cannot
partake of, like jesus's flesh.
neither can i digest.
(i am lactose intolorent.) 11/09/2003 Author's Note: more for my killer. ah, the poor girl is so disjointed.
Posted on 11/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philippa Jane on 11/09/03 at 09:46 PM Quite haunting.. but very impressive. I love it. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/10/03 at 03:22 AM It pulls and pulls; it demands my attention. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/10/03 at 04:55 PM Someone said teeth... this poem leaves bite marks. An incredible journey that tosses the reader around and violates the pretty happy bubbles that is wrapped around so many of our heads! Great verse. |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 11/10/03 at 05:47 PM Sick & twisted...ya gotta love it. LOL |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/17/03 at 08:56 PM Strange, my pants are usually decorated with coffee stains...yours are so much more entertaining :>) Thoroughly digestible [ and I <3 the parantheses :] |
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