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What Comes On Her Breath

by Barry Franklin

she ripped my soul once again...
the tatters of me
miss the wholeness of her
she is just a cluster
of useless lies
not complete...

not complete.

it all seems pointless...
what she says,
it all seems like whispers
to ghosts
who are uninterested
in her or her rhymes
her and I and the ghosts have seen better times.

when she is quiet
THAT
is when I hear
for her eyes to fall silent
is what I truly...

fear. I fear.

I am afraid of certain things
so much more than death
I am afraid
     of her
and what comes on her breath

01/18/2008

Posted on 01/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Barry Franklin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 01/22/08 at 09:50 PM

This is an amazing piece. Complicated in the meaning this reader gives it - with the simplicity of the stanzas of their concept and boldness. Stay safe. ~N

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