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brick
by Aaron BlairYour heart makes a dull thump in your chest,
as red as a brick, and you lie
about everything, but only because you can.
I have never lied about anything,
but only because I couldn't.
We fit together, lock and key.
I am miserable with concavities.
I seem convenient enough.
The words burn when I swallow them.
They poison me, and there is no sugar
to make it better, no respite for my tongue.
As red as a brick, it's pressed to my teeth,
and the silence surrounds me like armor,
a defense against all the careless words
I never should have whispered in your ear. 12/05/2012 Posted on 12/05/2012
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/05/12 at 08:21 PM What is it that House says, O yes! We don't mean to, at least not anything "important" like ILU. But it start starts with "those were great cookies" or "yes, you look great tonight". Sooner or later we either lie or use silence to hide our thoughts. But I still like your write. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/05/12 at 09:04 PM To me, this is like Shakespeare upgraded to the 21st century, in terms of its intensity...drama. Kept me focused the whole time. Good to read you again Aaron. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/05/12 at 09:06 PM PS: Brilliant closing line, sums it up all so completely. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 12/06/12 at 02:27 AM What a punch this packs; as always, a job well done from you, Miss Blair. |
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