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Held Captive
I compare your eyes to hammer-holes.
Studs of silver in the center pinning my
Breath to the counter when you bend me
Over it.
Simultaneously, our cat stretches into the black
Doorway and it's tail is slow to greet the ceiling fan
As you bite me.
A feather falls somewhere in an Indian town and everyone
Can hear it though it goes ignored
Even as you plant seeds to only have sown
In anger, and to remind our future generations that loving
You was as cold a place as being paralyzed in the ocean.
A limitless limbo of childless rocking and the weight of
What's beneath.
Studs of silver in the center pinning my
Breath to the counter when you bend me
Over it.
Simultaneously, our cat stretches into the black
Doorway and it's tail is slow to greet the ceiling fan
As you bite me.
A feather falls somewhere in an Indian town and everyone
Can hear it though it goes ignored
Even as you plant seeds to only have sown
In anger, and to remind our future generations that loving
You was as cold a place as being paralyzed in the ocean.
A limitless limbo of childless rocking and the weight of
What's beneath.
Published 5th Sep 2012
| Edited 6th Sep 2012
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5th Sep 2012 7:03pm
14th Sep 2012 5:17pm
Quite a lifeless/loveless picture you paint. I enjoyed the way you wrote from such a removed point of view creating a very surreal feel, as though the person who's life this is has shut emotion out and is watching their life from somewhere else.
On top of that the ending seemed quite fitting:
"A limitless limbo of childless rocking and the weight of
What's beneath."
Hectic piece. Keep it up.
Duncan
On top of that the ending seemed quite fitting:
"A limitless limbo of childless rocking and the weight of
What's beneath."
Hectic piece. Keep it up.
Duncan
