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trounced (w/ anita mac) - remixed
by Morgan D HafeleI need
I need
.a pulse.
.a breath.
.FoodShelterWater.
And I already know:
I've lost.
I'm not quite sure
where to go from here
or even how I feel about it.
and She looks at me
with the Curious eyes
of a killer
she peels me apart
layer by blistering layer
burning my little paper heart
-playful-
I am paralyzed
with empty lungs
teetering on the edge of childhood
joy and severe boredom.
those lips -always
stained red- part slightly
drowning me.
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.
Though I suppose
walking away alive
is always optional. 01/03/2011 Author's Note: i did this -remix- if you will a while ago, shortly after anita and i published the second version of trounced. i've been pretty non active lately and haven't had much to say, but this was fun all the same, and writing with anita is always a joy.
Posted on 01/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/05/11 at 03:59 PM Man do you two know how to have a good time. Great stuff. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/14/11 at 09:24 PM Excellent capture of mixed feelings Morgan and Anita. Your need to survive vs. the need to love, with possible dire consequences either side of that burning bridge. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/28/11 at 11:37 PM Gosh, I truly enjoyed this write! First stanza so strong, heartfelt, that it carried me to the next and then the next! Amazing! |
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