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Love? It's in the details (w/ Anita Mac Auslan)
by Morgan D HafeleHe attacked her heart
with scouring powder
because it seemed... only fitting.
His breath was hollow;
lungs disintegrating from use
fold in on themselves.
She turns him on.
And when she told him nothing
could hurt her,
he said he couldn't bleed
and his attack began
He thought maybe once she was
pure and clean and raw
she'd finally See him
and all his Good Intentions.
He had dreams of her
ripping at her own face, nails buried
deep in empty eye sockets
blisters over her breasts.
He wanted to feel her
when she fell and wait for
Numbness to take over.
It didn't quite work out that way,
a heart being what it is. 03/19/2009 Author's Note: Anita is definitely the brains behind this piece, i was just kind of there staring blankly at the computer, but she said i could put my name on it too.
Posted on 03/20/2009
Copyright © 2025 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/21/09 at 03:23 AM Um... know. I think anyone who's read our respective solo stuff can tell you that blistering breasts is not a product of my mind... I think this is my favorite of our collabs, though. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/22/09 at 08:40 PM He turns on her -- she turns him on; it all turns on the graphic interface. You two make a colourful couple :) |
| Posted by Rowan Luis on 03/30/09 at 12:00 AM this makes me feel uncomfortable, but in a satisfying way.. as if the poem's alleviating some kind of numbness. this is my favourite part
"His breath was hollow;
lungs disintegrating from use
fold in on themselves."
reminds me of a dying flower |
| Posted by Brynn Dizack on 05/18/09 at 11:18 PM giggle. that's my nita. |
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