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Where It Ripped
I trickle the tips
of my pencil fingers
in...
In that bony bend
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage
It was leverage
it was not melees
it was gas-lit chambers
to suck my shrieking
soul away
But those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures
(you know that texture...standard issue)
And now pure oxygen swoons
this new moon face
There's whole wheat
wonderbreaths
and meals of healing
entrenching my chest
of my pencil fingers
in...
In that bony bend
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage
It was leverage
it was not melees
it was gas-lit chambers
to suck my shrieking
soul away
But those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures
(you know that texture...standard issue)
And now pure oxygen swoons
this new moon face
There's whole wheat
wonderbreaths
and meals of healing
entrenching my chest
Published 12th Jan 2018
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12th Jan 2018 12:36pm
"In that bony bend
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage "- it's sensual running my fingers upon bone dents
running a borrowed blade on naked skin
feeling chests
bosoms
from behind
counting
the OCD kicks in
regular count
then by twos
then skip every other one
until lovers melt on the plaid picnic blanket
merging
colliding with another's car
passengers become united
in overcrowded ambulances
everything abut this write is amazing
i could write a whole poem based off of each stanza here
if that's not inspiring i don't know what is.
you drop "fat man's" and "little boys" like the Enola gay AtoMik
you are a Hiroshima explosion of imagery
beyond blood
where the blade rent
a rib away
to depart
it's kin in cage "- it's sensual running my fingers upon bone dents
running a borrowed blade on naked skin
feeling chests
bosoms
from behind
counting
the OCD kicks in
regular count
then by twos
then skip every other one
until lovers melt on the plaid picnic blanket
merging
colliding with another's car
passengers become united
in overcrowded ambulances
everything abut this write is amazing
i could write a whole poem based off of each stanza here
if that's not inspiring i don't know what is.
you drop "fat man's" and "little boys" like the Enola gay AtoMik
you are a Hiroshima explosion of imagery
12th Jan 2018 1:54pm
There's always such a release with a new moon of creation. As it was in the beginning, so shall it be poetically.
Excellent work, AtoMikOne.
Excellent work, AtoMikOne.
12th Jan 2018 9:23pm
12th Jan 2018 8:37pm
12th Jan 2018 10:10pm
Wow, I could literally see you take off with this one. From where you tickle the tips of your pencil fingers it all fell into place. Show me your battle scars, dear warrior, Let's sit for a healing meal.
12th Jan 2018 10:18pm
13th Jan 2018 00:44am
17th Jan 2018 9:06pm
Gloriously bleeding.
'Those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures.' Elegant and gnarly as F.
'Those crunchy
tissues of scars
folded into firmer fissures.' Elegant and gnarly as F.
18th Jan 2018 00:22am
18th Jan 2018 1:21am
you served up a beautifully dark buffet with this one I enjoyed every morsel, but the I am strange :-)))))
18th Jan 2018 4:31am
8th Mar 2018 1:41am
8th Mar 2018 4:45am
Oh man...man not a lot lately, beside excellence from friends on here. That's very kind, thank you :)
