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Cathedral (A Wretched Fiction)
This is dangerous
like Brooklyn traffic
6pm
eyes anywhere but up
do you know
what I am capable of
do you know
what you have done
That voice,
unnerving me
knocking like wings against
the cathedral of my stomach
resonating
every god
damn time you call
Ten years
I have watched you grow
from a place in my bones that
is still missing, empty
I don't know.
maybe you'll end up
right there
loving me
or hitting me like an
accident
I couldn't see coming
or it could be nothing.
It doesnt matter.
I know how to burn all alone
I know
how to wake up
eyes focused, cold
Forgetting.
I could swallow you easy
put you in the place where
lovers gather like
balled up paper
Your voice in a waste basket
unravelling me
I can let anything go
there are once again so many
there are once again so many strong images in this one! Your way with image is my fav thing about your poetry, it makes siple stateents like " I can let anything go" become fully loaded automatic weapons...
Much Love
Ashley
So good <3 Speak what
So good <3 Speak what everyone's feeling like this, that's what a poet should do.
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Great Pen Wielding
Not doing so well
But I am always enlightened when I visit with you, your previous poem to this one brought tears to my eyes I have to go back now, my hellish treatments are rerunning reruns
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot