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6:32 AM
by Rachelle HoweI walked down the empty corridor
of our memories, tracing my fingertips
along the banister of our infidelity
it wrapped the spiral staircase of lies--
your best handcrafted works --
you whispered them to me
like morning after pills
my gut dissolved the mourning.
I waited there, emerging into the woodwork of us,
glancing in the mirror across the empty hall and
traced your face, the outlier, the outline
of what we had become and the moments
tick tock tick tock on the fireplace tick tock tick tock
while we burn
ashes to ashes.
07/21/2011 Author's Note: Inspired by "Bright and Early" by Kristine Briese. Go read.
Posted on 07/21/2011
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/22/11 at 01:41 AM This is really an excellent write lady. |
| Posted by Aaron Blair on 07/22/11 at 02:32 AM like morning after pills/my gut dissolved the mourning. = Awesome! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/11 at 03:24 AM I'd say we benefit quite nicely when something inspires you. Badass writing. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/29/11 at 06:43 PM That anything I wrote could inspire such as this is mindbending and complimentary. Thanks hon. |
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