nevermore by Angela Thomasi'm hanging between bottles, between addictions
and starlight and things that seem right, but aren't
and where is my muse? up and down and round
and poke at the place where once my heart used
to beat and beat and leap out of my chest when i saw,
saw him coming to make me smile, you tug in that same
old tattered and torn, forlorn little lonely spot where
once a beating thing sat. it feels like a hangnail,
invisible but you can't stop hitting it in just the right
way to make a welt, yelp, yowl escape into the night
because the damn covers are too hard, to rough,
to brash, to harsh, for that tiny little finger, that
minuscule little cut. that little opening i let you squeeze
in before the door slammed shut. i quote the raven. 12/17/2011 Author's Note: inspired by poe's the raven
Posted on 12/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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