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My new name
by Vere MantratriadI look to see what he carved into my
chest, I run my fingers over deeply
cut letters, fingertips sticking inside
wounded raw flesh.
I trace each letter, spelling out my new
name. Reading slowly, silently, though
feeling my lips in trance; not caring for
the meaning.
Treasuring each syllable's sound, cradling
every vowel, each consanant as though their
very birth took place inside the flesh of
my open chest.
I fall to my knees,
anemic and grateful.
A new name to guide me,
a new name to tell me who I am,
a new name carved within my chest,
by The Boy Who Never Loved Me. 12/22/2003 Author's Note: repost 12/22/03
Posted on 06/30/2006
Copyright © 2025 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 06/30/06 at 05:29 AM This is sadder than sad. This is tragic.
Love's not a game of slice and dice
You know that, don't you?
Scary but powerful work! |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 07/04/06 at 01:56 AM Wow, V.. awesome poem.. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 07/04/06 at 03:51 AM deeply moving.. sad and so often true.. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/09/06 at 03:04 PM Ouch! Painfully excellent in every sense of the word. |
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