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Skeletons have humans in their closets.
by Jolie JordanStep back five years
I am 20, folding my palms in half
as you enter me
and my eyes pop.
Now twenty-five,
and every minute spent
not tearing eachother apart
is a victory.
It is my decision now
that you don't even know I'm making.
Do I swallow this up?
just to live with what I can
and forget what I cannot;
we'll just make better mistakes tomorrow.
Or should I just cover
my face in wet palms?
I can't operate
this stuck throat
and these salty lips
like you can.
I'm desperate
and you're a disconnect;
So let's be honest
The 'we'
is always
only me
wishing I had more. 06/28/2012 Posted on 06/28/2012
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/28/12 at 06:54 PM You certainly deserve some liberation. We should call in the National Guard. |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 06/28/12 at 09:38 PM Oh wow. Wow. This is raw, honest and beautifully brutal. Well done! |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 06/28/12 at 11:01 PM While I enjoyed the poem, the line "we'll just make better mistakes tomorrow" grabbed me like a magnet. A hidden kernel of wisdom there. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/08/12 at 09:09 PM You never disappoint, no matter how disappointed you sound. |
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