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Our Wilting Lilies
‘Do these grapes
taste sour to you
at all?’
Like the lily
who has seen
itself die
after wilting…
just to taste water
at the moment
it was ready
to give up.
Take note of how
your feet follow each other
without thinking:
we are capable
of being beautiful...
It is only forgetfulness
that snatches the flesh
from around our throats.
I will not bleed
like a slit wrist.
Instead I watch
essence pour
from the vessel
at the hands
of real killers.
My time is not short
it is desperate...
lost.
Why try to fail?
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
taste sour to you
at all?’
Like the lily
who has seen
itself die
after wilting…
just to taste water
at the moment
it was ready
to give up.
Take note of how
your feet follow each other
without thinking:
we are capable
of being beautiful...
It is only forgetfulness
that snatches the flesh
from around our throats.
I will not bleed
like a slit wrist.
Instead I watch
essence pour
from the vessel
at the hands
of real killers.
My time is not short
it is desperate...
lost.
Why try to fail?
Who are you?
What do you want from me?
Published 16th May 2011
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Anonymous
16th May 2011 8:44pm
Since interpretation is unique to the reader.. To me, this is both realization and discontentment.
A stunning piece of writing.
A stunning piece of writing.
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24th Jun 2011 10:53pm
I've come back to this loads of times over the last month...it was a poem that made me regret I hadn't followed your works before I had, so I thought it was about time I left a comment. It makes me think of a decaying decadence, and somehow a sickening physical mortality, while what's not physical continues on, disconnected and disorientated. Lilies always make me think of a thick, heavy scent, so I liked how you used the word 'flesh', cause there's something hungry and desperately physical about that word which weighs it down, I think. And I liked how those two questions at the end are almost horrifying in their vulnerability.
Very glad I came across this piece.
Very glad I came across this piece.
