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Consequences

by Nicole D Gregory

Shocked at the way I look this morning
having been beaten up by
the consequences

Truth be told ~ it was the lies
Learning how to live with them was
like playing hop-scotch
on a mine-field
~Tiring~
And sleep provided no rest
because I talked out loud
and woke the beast

They know how to gather
information ~ whispered words
and descriptions caught in their
nets waiting to be skinned, scaled
and served up raw

Everyone is their own version
of the paparazzi
going after the scandal
hiding under the sheepskin
with their dog jaws
~Drooling~
You devoured my innocent
fantasy

The predators left their trademark
calling card of teeth marks
and open flesh ~ exposing bone
soon the public will know

I am the centerfold that bleeds
out of the pages
at the magazine stand on
the corner of State & Division
finding solace in the gutter

~N

02/12/2008

Author's Note: Responsibility can be a real B****. ~N

Posted on 02/12/2008
Copyright © 2020 Nicole D Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/12/08 at 10:49 PM

Yes ma'm you buys your ticket and you takes your chances. "State and Division" sounds like a corner I used to know in Ann Arbor. Powerful write!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/13/08 at 03:42 PM

...nicole, i like, i like...you speak to Everyman, Everywoman...heavy write, sheesh consequences "define" us ever bit as much as a mirror...great collective conciousness charge...peace, chaz

Posted by David Garner on 03/13/08 at 02:41 PM

This could specifically be about so many things. You've really nailed it here. The first stanza really hooked me in. "Everyone is their own version of the paparazzi"--so true. Excellent.

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