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and I
Would anyone look for me,
He asked.
Not really, not tonight.
Stuck in a room somewhere -
Like a child about to be scolded,
I looked back at him -
Staring me down.
Air thick with something and I still can't think straight,
"Spill,"
He told me,
And I do.
Just a little bit above the sound of song playing -
I say the sordid,
I say the harsh -
The sprinkle
Of gentle mercies,
The scratched up melodies with it.
And by midnight,
He spills his.
By this moonlight,
Nothing was pretty.
Clothed,
And barer than I have ever
Ever been.
And it hangs around, the way
Everybody wants to jump in the sympathy,
Until they see the reality of it -
The filth of it, the ugly of it.
(The reality of me -
The filth of me -
The ugly of me.)
But he was familiar with it, too
So when the words faded, and our throats raw,
We just sat in the silence
And kept our judgements away from the lightening room.
His deep dark chuckle silences everything.
By dawn,
We fell asleep.
Published 2nd Apr 2019
Author's Note
Poem 2 of 30 NaPoWriMo 2019
Image: http://ryantchun.tumblr.com/post/89929237542/emma-and-tallinn?ref=weheartit
Music: My Manic and I by Laura Marling = https://youtu.be/djChY6Ol9ig
As I was digging deeper for this NaPoWriMo, some things from my younger years resurfaced; this new darkness was never far, and art blurred with life, it seems. This will be a slow burn.
Image: http://ryantchun.tumblr.com/post/89929237542/emma-and-tallinn?ref=weheartit
Music: My Manic and I by Laura Marling = https://youtu.be/djChY6Ol9ig
As I was digging deeper for this NaPoWriMo, some things from my younger years resurfaced; this new darkness was never far, and art blurred with life, it seems. This will be a slow burn.
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2nd Apr 2019 11:09am
This hits close to home for me. Had to have it in my RL.
"And it hangs around, the way
Everybody wants to jump in the sympathy,
Until they see the reality of it -
The filth of it, the ugly of it."
"And it hangs around, the way
Everybody wants to jump in the sympathy,
Until they see the reality of it -
The filth of it, the ugly of it."
2nd Apr 2019 12:16pm
2nd Apr 2019 12:19pm
2nd Apr 2019 1:49pm
God. Pour this venom over me and call me blackness, this is gorgeous. I both envy and pity this headspace, knowing how life affirming and potentially drowning it is. With love. A glad add to my Reading List.
2nd Apr 2019 3:58pm
For me,
this reads as a Heady intelligent artistic spill
Strong Peace (pun intended)
this reads as a Heady intelligent artistic spill
Strong Peace (pun intended)
2nd Apr 2019 4:49pm
