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trounced (anita mac auslan)
by Morgan D HafeleShe 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: i'm glad we went further with this one, though it felt complete to me before it now is even more so. as always, anita is a joy to write with.
Posted on 09/15/2010
Copyright © 2025 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/15/10 at 07:16 PM Always a fun time on the town with you two. Outstanding write. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/19/10 at 01:05 PM Can't argue with a more than complete piece :> I think you made my eyes blister... |
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