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Blood mother
Don't want to
be held under
lights radiating
velvet violence
see banshees
stare and laugh
in their dirty
under tones,
I want to know
every part of
this mangled
up body
torn in ways
people only
see in strange
nightmares,
feel every
beat pound
back to
mother.
Published 22nd Apr 2023
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22nd Apr 2023 4:35pm
I feel a resonance with the intimate, soft, measured tone of the confessional, you even tagged it confessional so that works. The images are visceral and dystopian, terrific pathos.
22nd Apr 2023 5:58pm
Wow,
That hit the spot. Your words are well chosen and hit the target. I really enjoyed your poem, a new talent is found, nice one.
Regards,
BITS
That hit the spot. Your words are well chosen and hit the target. I really enjoyed your poem, a new talent is found, nice one.
Regards,
BITS
23rd Apr 2023 12:41pm
I could be way off base but there seems to be a conflict here: an action that is preferred to be done in isolation vs. the glare/scrutiny of others or at least one whose opinion means so much?
