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topic: you take all of me
by Rachelle Howei am gathering a collection
crumpled bills and empty
cigarette packs in this hunter
green backpack i call
my life.
i've taken four ounces, four pints,
and a sixpack of blood from
my own wrist,
a preservation, if you will.
you ingested me, a horse pill,
with water and a quick draw..
i wonder if i got stuck in
your throat or stomach.
i wonder if you'll throw me up next.
but i was there, between your thighs,
partaking of the ritual, and you,
with your convulsions and swear words,
your expletives that screamed, "god, don't stop,"
and i was there when the walls fell.
i was there when you took all of me
and i gave you nothing but my fingers
and mouth.
11/10/2003 Author's Note: sarah k smith is to blame.
i hate it. it's so... blah.
Posted on 11/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/10/03 at 05:47 PM Not blah at all. I know it speaks to me. I have always known that I am a bit hard to swallow... and I feel that emotion coming through in this piece. I thought it was a great read. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 11/10/03 at 05:50 PM silly girl...the metaphoric quality of your poetry always speaks volumes...love the image of the pill and the strong, sensual words at the end... |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/11/03 at 04:01 AM I don't believe either one of you. You saying "blah", or Sarah saying she had nothing to do with it. Nonsense, both of you. Brilliant poem. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/13/03 at 03:24 PM ohhh, sexy as all hell!!!! Nice work! |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/15/03 at 06:40 AM this is some tight poetry. love it. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/26/12 at 09:58 PM This is not blah at all. |
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