makeshift
By Magdalena
unfortunate silence
kept her company
hanging like rocks from her bones
she was weighted in place
remembering his mask
of charm and stop-lights
out-of-gear, she clung to his game
swallowing his morning
deflecting his true face
in her self-destruction
in his self-satisfaction
she felt beautiful, in disillusion
her unsuspecting flesh satiated him
the sleep-tight kiss left it's stain
on her night pillow
a reminder of the infection he was
even while she was off balance
she felt steady in his presence
(her antidepressant taken twice daily)
he was in her system, like addiction
he tore at her paper edges
the vine replacing her veins, heart-bound
sacrificing herself to his misplaced reasons
he was a cut-throat razor
and she offered him her swollen mouth
it was the last thing she had to give
before he left her empty
Author's Note:
August 2015Comments on "makeshift "
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On Tuesday, March 21, 2017, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Immersed in some of your marvelous metaphors Mags. Sounds like she had a rough go of it before a parting of the ways. There are always those vultures circling to take advantage of the needy. Keep moving and cheers! - Dan
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A former member wrote:
A great piece of free form poetry.