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M.I.A
Today, I walk along my favorite path.
You know the one,
where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket.
Where the sight of thorns, lays on a crooked smile.
My mind slips away for awhile.
Far from those neurotoxic fixes and prolonged peels.
With amniotic fluid pulsing the sickness.
I saw your thrill. Just now.
In sporadic tremors, I shudder. Against that,
that thing that claws from the inside of the skull.
You know, -to rid and cull.
Away from toxic waste. The sex addict plays.
Romancing granite, and proud of a tear down.
I chance this trail will twist just far enough to hide,
the disfigured creature I leave behind.
Those walls.
Ah, I'm starting to feel that distance grow.
Deeper, faster I tread.
Lost now in the throes. I strip off,
the binding fabrics. Alone.
This is where I belong. There's no bread crumbs.
Don't bother with the M.I.A, mental notations.
These catacombs I call home.
But, there's no dial tone. As usual he unplugged- life.
From me.
He didn't take into consideration,
all my ways of navigating.
The escaping.
You know the one,
where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket.
Where the sight of thorns, lays on a crooked smile.
My mind slips away for awhile.
Far from those neurotoxic fixes and prolonged peels.
With amniotic fluid pulsing the sickness.
I saw your thrill. Just now.
In sporadic tremors, I shudder. Against that,
that thing that claws from the inside of the skull.
You know, -to rid and cull.
Away from toxic waste. The sex addict plays.
Romancing granite, and proud of a tear down.
I chance this trail will twist just far enough to hide,
the disfigured creature I leave behind.
Those walls.
Ah, I'm starting to feel that distance grow.
Deeper, faster I tread.
Lost now in the throes. I strip off,
the binding fabrics. Alone.
This is where I belong. There's no bread crumbs.
Don't bother with the M.I.A, mental notations.
These catacombs I call home.
But, there's no dial tone. As usual he unplugged- life.
From me.
He didn't take into consideration,
all my ways of navigating.
The escaping.
Published 26th Mar 2014
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26th Mar 2014 3:23pm
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26th Mar 2014 3:33pm
Thank you, and your keen observation and swiftness is appreciated. Much peace to you, Ms. Crim :)
26th Mar 2014 8:07pm
This is really really good, It is poetry I envision to someday even get close to writing. Masterfully written.
26th Mar 2014 8:33pm
you make me feel, really, really good :) And You already do write amazing poetry, I hope you know..!!
27th Mar 2014 2:41am
This felt so sad to me... I hope it's NOT how ur being made to feel my sweetheart, ur too precious to be mistreated
Excellent ink though
Excellent ink though
27th Mar 2014 3:12am
Thank you, deeply. It's a crafting thing. Worry not. It's a nice place to be. :)
27th Mar 2014 2:42am
that's a bleak path you choose to stroll, in a woods where the predators are dangerous & very real. but maybe you are more dangerous...
27th Mar 2014 3:14am
Thank you, John. It's not as bleak as it may seem. Empowering for me to go there.
27th Mar 2014 1:00pm
27th Mar 2014 2:07pm
27th Mar 2014 1:05pm
Really great line:
"where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket"
sets the scene of this journey in the under growth brilliantly - cool writings
"where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket"
sets the scene of this journey in the under growth brilliantly - cool writings
27th Mar 2014 2:08pm
28th Mar 2014 3:19am
Such excellent choices of words and phrases here. What can say? I really like the way you wrote this. Excellent.
28th Mar 2014 4:10pm