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Trounced (W/ Morgan Hafele)
by Anita MacShe looks at me
with the Curious eyes
of a killer -playful-
teetering on the edge of
childhood joy and severe boredom.
And I already know:
I've lost.
Though I'm not quite sure
where to go from here or
even how I feel about it.
she peels me apart
layer by blistering layer
burning my little paper heart
... And those lips -always
stained red- part slightly
drowning me in
some sweet breed of violence
"where have you been?"
But I am paralyzed
with empty lungs;
desires vs. necessities--
never on the same side
of our burning bridge
these days.
I want to melt into her
and feel her nails
tear this flesh away.
I need
.a pulse.
.a breath.
.FoodShelterWater.
Though I suppose
walking away alive
is always optional. 09/15/2010 Author's Note: This re-work feels so much better to me. And, you know, I'll take any excuse to work w/ Morgs. True story.
Posted on 09/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 09/15/10 at 09:12 PM i'm glad we got back to this one, like i said it felt complete to me before, but i really like the way the continuation came out. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/16/10 at 01:54 AM our needs are basic; those desires mmmmmmm no matter how they complicate things we still find defense a terrible thing to keep up. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/16/10 at 10:25 AM ...you two take a bow; a one-act play by Kitchen Dog Theatre. i love this y'all. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/19/10 at 01:03 PM From pyramid's base, you pieced a hierarchy of desirable needs -- a stunning view from the peak... |
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