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Love? It's in the Details. (w/ Morgan Hafele)
by Anita MacHe 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 Posted on 03/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/20/09 at 03:25 AM You two make a hell of a literary couple. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/20/09 at 05:53 PM Yes, I agree with Gabe. This is brutal and I love it. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/21/09 at 05:59 AM you may not think of breasts, or them blistering as much as i may or may not, but i still say you really put this thing together. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/22/09 at 08:46 PM A heart purified by Good Intentions -- as gabe says, a match made in hell; bring on the King Lear dancers :) |
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