Wicked Ricochet

Riveting imagery….

“spit here
onto wicked white screens,
plastered to
the straining eyeballs
of those who try to see me.”

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The words
rake my throat
as they ricochet
out of my mouth,

spit here
onto wicked white screens,
plastered to
the straining eyeballs
of those who try to see me.

Shouts echo
through empty halls,

through full minds
smothered in lines
made from blood
and angst
and love,

and I’m in the dark
but I feel all of these hands
all over me,
touching me with eyes
that feel like fingers

and I am
torn and healed
at once
because of
ears and eyes,
strangers who listen

because you won’t.

~Patience

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the girl wore red

Amazing poem with vivid images…

“i’d sooner melt into her skin
than to be mere smoke, and dying
one drab breath at a time”

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she was a trace amid fell trees
in the warp and weft of holocaust frames
a stillness snagged there and the forgotten frayed
yeah, her very existence got hid from time
under stygian stare she stole her way
through the sabled air and foreboden clime
the shadows poised with baleful tongue
still, boldly she leaned into the fungus trail

desideratum
i’d sooner take a bucket to sand
and shovel my life away
than to be without that brave girl
desideration
i’d sooner melt into her skin
than to be mere smoke, and dying
one drab breath at a time

brave was she with the fears she’d brung
and picture box in hand’s bold quail
nerves pleadingly clanged at periphery’s limb
yet grit she did her resolve in the dim
for her vision never to depart its glim
and though the sun did rest behind earth’s rim
no ominous wall nor…

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