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You fed her pollutants through your promises
which strangled her every word.
prevented her last breath
of fresh air
to escape
and reach out to your raw, blackened, lungs.
YOU trapped her in an abyss of turmoil
allowed her to wield thoughts of blame inside and
rest
while
she digested the stench of your vile breath
and she continued to inhale your intoxication.
Bent out of shape
her limbs  move
Fluctuate into this new organic
Silhouette
Form
Conform
Create
Not create
Re-create this new image
Mold her imperfections
Into the chest
That her breast don’t belong to.
Her body continues to change
Sprouting new
Contour lines
that
Instantly rip her flesh
 causing
Tiny trickles
Seething through the
Slits that have been cut
Out of her
Her eyes built wells so you no longer saw her tears
her pain rained droplets of blood
Drowning in the taste of liquefied poison
Creating deadened coils wrapped around her tongue
And ice around your love
Because of your insatiable intoxication.
Sit still and you will hear the sounds of her dying cries
the glass shattering heart aching soul shivering spine trembling cries that never seem to decease.
The love you rejected, that only wanted to be belong but never once received. I manifest into confetti
Attaching bits to
Each negative thought that has entered
This child’s head
Connecting the deteriorated
Pieces of internal abuse
Together
Form
Conform
Create
Not create
Re-create this new image
Mold her imperfections
Releasing the self loathe:
5 years of
Verbal cruelty
Physical neglect
And constant scrutiny
By eyes that have been tainted
SO
Together we are
Forming
Conforming
Creating
Not creating
Re-creating this new image
Molding our imperfections
Trying to live up to our own standards of beauty
Instead of
Perpetuating the cycle of self hate  

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Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

hey

Word, is this a resubmit or a revision of a previous work? Glad to see you submitting, we'd hate to lose you here. As to the poem, this is one of those works that is hard for me to call good. Now a pause here, because I don't mean that quality wise. I mean that like I would answer somebody that asked me "was Passion of the Christ good?" You don't answer it "oh yeah, loved the blood and suffering." Artistically this is very good, save for some very minor editing needs. (ie., punctuation, capitalization, etc.) Emotionally, this poem breathes fire, but it appears to come from a very painful experience, (either that or you've got one hell of an imagination and writing style) and to review this as a piece of art would be to do it a disservice. Mark
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Word

18 years 10 months ago

Thanks, I think

"I have on hell of an imagination"
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Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

ok,

then I feel ok reviewing it, lol
Mark

Mark

18 years 10 months ago

Awesome !

So powerful, Word all I can think of is tyrants who have destroyed everything about this planet and especially any single person. THose who abuse power especially ! WoW ! Thanks, ML