9th Step
October 03, 2015
I am alone
except for those
that run
hot and cold
circles
around me
A howling maelstrom
whips wild
long brown hair and intentions
like an afterthought
onto the sidewalk
oh sweet friend
all blush and coy
you pull my truth
out like a splinter
I long to be free
of the fierce transfixion
but dread birthing
the jagged point
that rips both ways
My swollen lower lip
throbs
threatening
to split
to split
a gossamer scar
betraying
a slip
a slip
in judgement long ago
When in the shadow of his glistening hopeful words
I could shine no light
A decade had passed
when I received his release papers
an oblation
a curse
Forever entrapped
I must remain
burdened
blistered
in the shadow of silent amends
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My favorite line: "You pull my truth out like a splinter." What a dark poem with swirling attraction, history, and sorrow. Lovely.
ReplyDelete"you pull my truth out like a splinter" also my favorite line. Beautiful darkness.
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