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she crawls into tight spaces...

by Olivia Weinkein

(she crawls into tight spaces
listens to the sounds of dying birds
as they fall from the ceiling.)

& there is a pale face in the background
he smells of regret and lives where the
diseased are always laughing.

& i have seen the anguish of children,
have watched it grow into something contagious
& you are so close now i can smell it

these final hours are shoved into you
a fetus you cannot abort, a shame you cannot
outrun or hide away in the shadows from.

his is a soul that can't be touched &
your arms will only be flailing with all
of the good intentions you thought you had

this is your ending, your suffering in silence as
his violence darkens the best parts of you as you
follow his breadcrumbs to the land of the bruised

(& i wanted to say something meaningful but watched
her rot away instead because you just cannot save
the living if they refuse to outlive the dead.)

03/29/2009

Posted on 03/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/30/09 at 06:07 PM

This piece is soo freakin' strong Olivia. Every single stanza delivers a blow but that last one, is the knock out. Brilliant.

Posted by Anita Mac on 03/31/09 at 03:02 PM

*sigh* But someday we can hope her head will clear of his fog, can't we?

Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/04/09 at 07:42 PM

Powerful...very powerful.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/06/09 at 03:47 PM

Such strong and power ful imagery and emotion in each and every stanza. This one is amazing. smh

Posted by Scott Utley on 04/07/09 at 02:28 AM

This belongs engraved near the tombs of the great writers of our time.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 04/10/09 at 08:08 AM

What a way to start my day! Thought provoking to say the least!

Posted by Bradd Howard on 04/12/09 at 03:48 AM

wow... the imagery is so amazingly rich. definitely made me shudder and whimper a bit. the last stanza summed up a lot of relationships I have had in the past. thanks for the write. wonderful.

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