Her body is a wasteland
she swallows headstones and
slices of regret, dreaming
of the day her ribs would be visible
with some starving comfort.
Maybe then, she’d be happy.
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The girl- her rotting lungs
breathe swollen air bloated thick
with lies that she sees
now so clearly
through newly-blackened eyes.
Her coal sight is unforgiving and the world is oh, so, so sad.
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Fingers too weak to claw back life
she lets her skeleton fall
and hopes her bones will recycle
into a waterless reminder.
The prompt was “recycle“. Poetry Rehab 101.
✪ Angie
Haunting. This is agonisingly beautiful and I love the way you wrap meaning up in your metaphors.
I’ve only read a few of your pieces but you clearly have a way with words, and I look forward to reading more.
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So much gratitude for your words! Glad you think so! ✪
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I feel like I couldn’t breathe while reading your poem.
It’s somehow hauntingly desperate, incredibly painful and so amazing!
You are an impressive poet!
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Thank you so much for your kind words! Honestly, though. ✪
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Heart-breaking. It conveys the girl’s will to disappear.
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Thank you! Glad it meant something. ✪
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It’s a wonderful poem, very powerful, very haunting, with so many implications and meanings… An excellent piece!
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Thank you so much! It means a lot to me. ✪
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