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sixty days of silence
by Philippa Janeyou are chalk marks on cement:
a dusty mess of x's and o's
lurking beneath my bare feet,
numbing cold flesh with mortality.
you are a repulsive recollection:
incubated purple and pink smears,
branding silence between my thighs,
within my throat, inside my lungs.
you are winter's muted undergrowth:
a trail to trudge through delicate love
as i navigate the hollowed hours
spent awaiting your final diversion. 01/16/2005 Posted on 01/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/17/05 at 08:20 AM Philly, this is wonderfully explicit, with unusual descriptions. It starts with hope, turns to horror, then ends with a great sadness. Good work!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 06/15/05 at 09:03 AM This has that perfect blend of emotions with a nice dash of explicit. "branding silence between my thighs"--You come up with lines that give me chills and it never felt so good. |
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