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when I think back on it
the lions of morning
at my throat
coffee as black and
bitter as the bowels
of hell
the days on the
calendar grow
scant
remembering something
in your eyes that spoke
of broken tongues
and wingless
birds
what was it again?
ahh yes...
i recall now
there's only a few small
steps between living
and dying
and love is a wounded spider
with two shattered legs dragging
itself across a jagged floor
trying to escape the carnage
of the boot's heel
Published 9th Jan 2020
| Edited 10th Jan 2020
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9th Jan 2020 4:27pm
That's a damn powerful metaphor, Kitts. And could be an analogy in its truth.
This is a good one. . .the emotion is palpable and leaves an aftertaste.
This is a good one. . .the emotion is palpable and leaves an aftertaste.
9th Jan 2020 5:24pm
That aftertaste is the bilge water of my past relationships. It took many falls before I learned that I'm healthier on my own. Thank you for the kind words Ahvanti. They are very meaningful to me.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
9th Jan 2020 6:13pm
I try to catch and release every spider I come across these days- even the large scary motherfuckers. Maybe that means I'm a hopeless romantic. Well written and unique as usual, BK.
9th Jan 2020 7:00pm
I do the same with spiders Mr Blaze. I would not want to intentionally kill a creature just being itself.
Thank you for the kind words. They, like you, are much appreciated.
pax,
buddhakitty.
Thank you for the kind words. They, like you, are much appreciated.
pax,
buddhakitty.
10th Jan 2020 6:10am
Dear BK,
I’m wincing with conflict as to whether or not I tell you how I’ll wad up a bunch of paper towels to nab a caught spider in my house unless it’s one of the big fat ones and then it’s death by vacuum cleaner. Nah, I won’t tell you.
I will tell you how much I appreciate your piece and its meaning. Betrayal and lies from a partner are devastating and even when there is a level of forgiveness the glued shards of faith are never the same. Your piece is so well written and constructed, I bow down! H🌷
I’m wincing with conflict as to whether or not I tell you how I’ll wad up a bunch of paper towels to nab a caught spider in my house unless it’s one of the big fat ones and then it’s death by vacuum cleaner. Nah, I won’t tell you.
I will tell you how much I appreciate your piece and its meaning. Betrayal and lies from a partner are devastating and even when there is a level of forgiveness the glued shards of faith are never the same. Your piece is so well written and constructed, I bow down! H🌷
10th Jan 2020 12:24pm
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