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a type of necrophilia ( of course, you're not dead yet...)
by Olivia Weinkeinin a dark room i breathe madness
while staring into nothing thinking
of ways to kill you
without getting dirty.
this has always been the way with me.
so afraid of stains, of eyes forever looking
forward. i need you to lose your glow. i need
you to be something less than beautiful.
maybe then i will be able to sleep a little
longer without the worry of you waking me.
maybe then i will be able to move a little
closer without the fear of waking you.
09/17/2004 Posted on 09/17/2004
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 09/20/04 at 04:18 PM Wow, I love the way you put things... It allows you to express some really compicated feeling and conflicts of emotion in only a few words... This is really good. |
| Posted by Amanda Bullington on 04/03/05 at 02:11 PM Wow, there's a lot of passion in that piece. And yet the style is completely straightforward and passionless. That's the mark of a good poet, I think, being able to evoke emotion by what's behind the words rather than what they say literally. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/26/08 at 06:48 PM that's a great ending - the juxtaposition is perfect. |
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