Trailer Park Girl

By Devil lyn

    the butterfly around your hollowed navel
spreads its wings and soars through my eyes
 
silver-plated love blows 30 degrees below dry-ice
 
my head is ripe for your destruction because
the chisel pounds because you say so, So
 
when I sleep the monster lays beside me with you
 
with you I hear painted ladies walking obscure streets,
I sense defeat as I crumble beneath your feet
 
your “Shh,” calms me in the dark of night
 
like the stir of winter fog eroding from your after sex cigarette
just as beer bottles break at the bottom of your trash can, silent

 

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Copyright 2017 Devil lyn
Published on Tuesday, June 13, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

10/2013
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  • midnights voice On Thursday, June 15, 2017, midnights voice (1051)By person wrote:

    I see a collage of visual images flashing fast to a drum solo .

  • dwells On Thursday, June 15, 2017, dwells (5694)By person wrote:

    Some mixed emotions come across with these memories Dev and it seems like everything is a trade-off perhaps. You had me from the opening - cheers! - Dan

  • Quill On Thursday, June 15, 2017, Quill (54)By person wrote:

    This landed somewhere in left field in the back of my memory. I can't begin to explain what I mean...

  • Bornfrompain On Tuesday, June 13, 2017, Bornfrompain (870)By person wrote:

    Your way with words is mesmerizing!!!! - BFP


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