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bloodletting
drifting into silence
let it take me into its arms
you see it cuts?
with little slivers of mirror
reflections of my nature
they glare at me
from their seat of cut glass judgment
a slice for the broken woman
who is afraid of her reflection
a nick to my closed wounds
they should always be open and oozing
a cut to the psyche who tried to comfort me
until the ego made me face
my own terrifying id
this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is for sale
spread her legs wide
and give it to her rough
a whore'd out emotion
never of much good
fill her womb with corrupted doubt
so she see stars
sparkling on the horizon
just out of reach
as the lady in the mirror chants
"this is mine
what I give freely
remains part of my heart"
"you can't take that from me"
"you can't take that from me"
Published 28th Feb 2018
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28th Feb 2018 9:03am
It's like you're walking us through your angst without emotional attachment, sort of tour of your experiences that no longer affect you. That's my take and I'll defend it until breakfast. This is another brilliant write by you, Brenda, and a very rare opportunity to comment before others (must be an egomaniac....no, just a fan).
Much love...David
Much love...David
1st Mar 2018 7:00am
thank you dearest David for being the first to plunge in as I viewed the madness from the other side of it..
I deeply appreciate you..
love Brenda
I deeply appreciate you..
love Brenda
28th Feb 2018 12:50pm
dark.
poetry. dark.
this a prime example
of quality, dark poetry
for it affects the reader
so deeply
it takes them behind the eye
of the narrator.
ink. Dear Poetess!
excellent
for its delivery & effect!
poetry. dark.
this a prime example
of quality, dark poetry
for it affects the reader
so deeply
it takes them behind the eye
of the narrator.
ink. Dear Poetess!
excellent
for its delivery & effect!
1st Mar 2018 7:02am
thank you dearest Cold One yes this is very dark indeed my madness howled & when it quieted it whispered this poem to me..
I deeply appreciate the love on this write..
love Crim
I deeply appreciate the love on this write..
love Crim
28th Feb 2018 1:40pm
Gripping title poetess, fitting the shattered reflections that rip us open from time to time...
I sit in solemn silence with respect for your painful pen, love and hugs beautiful Brenda <3
I sit in solemn silence with respect for your painful pen, love and hugs beautiful Brenda <3
1st Mar 2018 7:03am
thank you beautiful Nightbird you understand write I know you do I cherish the love and sisterly support you show me..
love Brenda
love Brenda
28th Feb 2018 7:52pm
So much hardship but you're still willing to give. A piece of your heart is more than most deserve. The lady in the mirror is a beauty, and so are the lines. "We all need someone we can bleed on..."
1st Mar 2018 7:04am
thank you dearest Sir Crow I love your quote it's perfect I deeply appreciate you being that someone..
love Crim
love Crim
Oh dear Brenda, I just now finished reading this and as another pointed out in his comment, the detachment in your poet’s voice was (is) so palpable that I was left faint & lightheaded by the end, because when I was younger I would cut. Usually under the house - in the very foundation. It was so cool and the earth so soft like silt, and it was private & so still. I wrote about the cutting I did. I’m glad the words were ready to come out. And reading yours was very connecting. I was back under the house.
Take care, sweetheart,
With love (if I may say),
Jade xo
Take care, sweetheart,
With love (if I may say),
Jade xo
2nd Mar 2018 10:48pm
thank you beautiful Jade for sharing a very deep part of your life with me that's very brave.. this write was freeing allowing my darkness to get some sunshine and with that healing.. yes lovely lady i'm very happy that you signed off with love..
love Brenda
love Brenda
Anonymous
2nd Mar 2018 6:13pm
My beautiful Dark Angel, this is a surreal poem, written from a seeming place of numbness, of overwhelmed and worn out darkness. Where the voice falls flat and shatters on the pavement like the glass you speak of. And because of that, it's felt so deeply that it leaves the reader reeling. Give that voice freedom and let her heal, my beautiful one. I do so love you
...ever your Willow
...ever your Willow
2nd Mar 2018 10:50pm
thank you beautiful Willow for feeling me so deeply that's exactly what happens to pain that has been carried for so long it becomes flat and impenetrable like the strongest steal.. you see and pick up on so much..
I cherish you..
you gift me insight into my own soul with your love and wisdom..
I love you..
love Brenda
I cherish you..
you gift me insight into my own soul with your love and wisdom..
I love you..
love Brenda
10th Mar 2018 10:27pm
a heart breaking read - I wish I had a magic pill to make everything with you alright - you are a beautiful person and at the very least you deserve peace - I will wish for that :-)))
Love and many hugs :-)))))
Love and many hugs :-)))))
16th Mar 2018 00:58am
"this is a bizarre place I've entered
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is for sale"
this piece of your written mind is wonderfully unsettling...
love
Jeff
faces smile behind the veil
parade pain she is for sale"
this piece of your written mind is wonderfully unsettling...
love
Jeff
