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by Wendy Geal

Lying is an art,
a craft for you.
You said I was beautiful and i sunk, drowned,
diseased myself famining off of you,
what a disaster.
Separation, a gasp of air between blows
though i started up again like an engine at your return.
I have nothing, our broken apparatus.
If it meant ridding myself of your restless touch
i would rip off this skin like a bad dress.


Posted on 11/22/2004
Copyright © 2020 Wendy Geal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 11/22/04 at 04:58 PM

"Lying is an art, a craft for you." I looove the way you start out with those two lines. Great lead in for a poem that is quick, sharp, descriptive, emotional and to the point.

Posted by Tom Goss on 12/14/04 at 05:57 PM

My head was nodding to this poem. A couple brilliant similes here too!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/12/07 at 05:34 AM

whew... strongly said with strong palpable imagery.

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