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The Breaking of Wild Things
by Aaron BlairWhen I bleed, my blood is prettier than yours,
and when I speak, the words soar above your head
like birds you've never seen and couldn't name.
You've never met pain. You don't understand it.
It's a dangerous animal lingering behind trees
in jungles you've never trekked through.
You love the convenience of cages,
of watching a thing die a little more each day
never doing what it was made for.
You soak its fur in perfume and file down its claws,
wrap a bow around its neck so it will look good
when it can't breathe, can't open its mouth anymore.
When I bleed, my blood is full of river silt,
parasites from faraway lands, creatures
that could kill you but you never get too close.
Always waiting with the antiseptic,
and with the bleach to kill off all the colors
before they find a way to spread.
You could kill me and write a eulogy,
try to redeem yourself by describing something else's life.
As if you've ever once lived. 01/30/2010 Posted on 01/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/31/10 at 04:57 PM Most excellent! Thank you. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/31/10 at 05:13 PM What a fantastic bit of visceral meat...predatory, mercenary and defiant...love this. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/01/10 at 02:20 AM You had me sold from that very first line, and you only continued to blow me away even further from there on in. Excellent write, Aaron. |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 02/03/10 at 02:10 AM Dark and twisted...in other words a really good write. Therese said it all I think. Visceral and meaty indeed. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/05/10 at 01:09 AM This is dark and heavy in a way that is scary. Masterful write! Very complex; but easily understood that there is a lot of pain. Love it! ~N |
| Posted by Maria Kintner on 02/06/10 at 05:22 AM Once again: Ninja. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/07/10 at 04:56 AM It's so good to see you back in form. When I joined this site in 2006 you were one of the writers which inspired me. It is cutting, it is cold, it is real and it is bold. Most of all it is brilliant! |
| Posted by D. James McKee on 02/11/10 at 01:31 PM I shall never look at my toy poodle the same way again....
Fantastic write!!! |
| Posted by June Labyzon on 02/11/10 at 05:38 PM WOW! Dark and powerful favorite lines "whem I bleed my blood is prettier than yours." and "as if you ever lived once."
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| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 02/17/10 at 06:21 PM very good...i like the imagery and the emotion. I often feel like people dumb down their emotions, and you've shown me what expressing them can do |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/03/11 at 06:13 PM How did I miss this? This is stunning. I always love your imagery. |
| Posted by David Maurice on 11/23/12 at 05:45 AM this has a beautiful, bloody cadence. |
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