The air is warm
mild winds
threatening to dry my tears
I try pulling myself together
unfolding emptiness like a
teenage love letter
Here I am again,
trapped in violent silence
shuddering against concrete
She doesn't show up
she will never feel my fingertips,
like poems on her palms
begging for mercy
the swift kill
the lonely dance of heartbreak
I know nothing else.
:she will never feel my
:she will never feel my fingertips like poems on her palms"!!!! <3
Much Love
Ashley
"Unfolding emptiness"- this
"Unfolding emptiness"- this was great and haunting. There's not a lot you've written I don't love :)
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
I thank you. I really liked
I thank you. I really liked this one too, just not the emotions it sprung from.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
Impossible Separation
Emotion distinct from the poem? The inspiration is so tightly bound to every word. As I see this one. The words directly from the heart of the poet to the emotional matrices of the reader. Riveting female feeling. A long time fan - Stella