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Restoration in Two Forms
by Betania TeschHe burrows under my skin
implants himself firmly
all tangled in his own insecurities
and begins to feed on
my life force so unobtrusively
festering and rotting
one gentle bite from
hard, underripe flesh
one subtle drink from
sharp fresh veins
one piece at a time
until I slice and dig
into myself
and wrench him loose.
He lays limp in my hands
swelled purple with blood
and looks betrayed
until I reclaim myself
from him with a squeeze.
He is hollowed.
He is restored,
but he still looks hurt. 02/25/2004 Author's Note: This is not about the boyfriend, but rather, a bad situation I find myself in of late.
Posted on 02/25/2004
Copyright © 2025 Betania Tesch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/11/04 at 06:14 PM God, but it does feel like!!!! Oh MY....I'm so glad this poem was picked for poem of the day because I wouldn't have wanted to miss it!!! Awesome visual....MAN. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/04/04 at 09:31 PM How well you describe the digging process, its pain and thorny choices. Your imagination ranges to inner horizons and the words jumb into my humanity. |
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