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((under doll's finger))

Contributed by SensitiveSoAbused on Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 03:30:03 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished



((under doll's finger))



white shirt cuff
these fingers move sporadically
these fingers lie
still, they throb
and pulse see this
cut here and burn here
so very beaten

these fingers lie

and stained red all over.


I’m here at home and my heart
is two ways and always
in half, is seemingly
Apart, is never alone,
is tearing flesh rotting in a bucket in a tree.


Red brick and concrete, silver spoons and spheres,
I twitch to shake
my head inside
my mind enrages whimpering.


Sorrow never noticed,
cobbled gutters and rain,
Wooden slivers under doll’s finger
nails and the taste of rust in your tongue.

Blood and metal are orbiting eyeshadows,
outline a dejected perspective.


When you or they, the masses unknown,
when I turn my chin drips with rain
drops up to the grey sky behind me,

Rain in my eyes.


The smell of wet warm corn husks and dirt,
cow ***** that you find pleasant,
church pastors and their wives,
their flourbiscuits and homemade raspberry
jams sweet and bitter, nice houses with attics overlooking
Fields and all is rain in my eyes and
I remember almost none of it and miss it all in entirety.


Never having tasted or smelled such as such since,
or before for all intents and purposes,
yesterday was when I was not
what I am now is not
yesterday or today is not difficult to define but only to realize.



Rain in my eyes;
never longer covering bees with buckets,
riding green plastic
motorcycles the size of my hand
along pale with paint
green railings and never



Again shall I see it all after under
the lawnmower, it’s all over,
it’s all in pieces and I didn’t cry
but felt green to grey
colour slip away,
cutting helicopter blades couldn’t fly.

















[2006-04-18 22:52:29]




Copyright © SensitiveSoAbused ... [ 2006-04-19 03:30:03]
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Re: ((under doll's finger)) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 29th June 2007 @ 05:50:03 AM AEST
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I really liked the imagery of this poem. Keep up the good work!




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