Photograph by: Howanxious
Your covetous hands undress
My possessions with creased
Dollar bills. A callous scythe
An arbitrary ellipse, you have
No regard for my anachronistic
Sentimentality. It’s been two
Years, time to scrub the chalk
From the hardwood floors
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There goes my spleen plucked from
A backless picture frame and there
Lies my inky heart tucked into the
Sensational headlines of a failed
Marriage. Inside that shoe box a
Pair of testicles, never been used. Had
They been, perhaps I wouldn’t be sitting
Here knitting sweaters for all the unborn
Children imprinted inside my sterile womb
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Swinging from my neck a fiend’s tongue
Noose, words exchanged, blighted by
Expletives and expectations of psychic
Servitude, turns out that two incompletes
Impoverish exponentially. Turns out that
I was not the mistress of his moonlit
Engagements, that honor I’m afraid
Goes to my sneak thieving sister
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You’ll find me piecemeal in every
Purchase, a torn fingernail, a raven
Hair pinched off rootless, a failed
Leukocyte. Sometimes we shatter
And for a dime you can cash in on
My sideshow holocaust, better
Still take it all free of charge
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mindlovemisery 
that is harrowing… my eyes are wide open..
wow.. great writing and the way you have used words to create such a vivid picture… amazing! 🙂
Thank you so much! The picture wasn’t dark by any means but this is the direction my inspiration took you just never know
true.. we never know.. but I loved the tale you come up with..
Awww thank you so much =)
Wow, powerful!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen =)
Chilling. Such gripping imagery.
Awww thank you!
my slide show holocaust…there is more here than a yard sale, but they are interesting if you think about it…pilfering through someone elses memories to find something we like…little pieces of them…great extended metaphor in this…
Thank you so much Brian, it is a strange feeling looking through people’s lives like that
so much of people lives dickered for ten cents on the dollar…this is absolutely awesome…I will never stop at another yard sale with the same emotions I have always had…”I wonder if I can find something of value”…it all has value…value in the memories. Each item … a story.
Awwww thank you Grizz you are so kind =)
Oh, wow! Profound 🙂
Thank you Celestine =)
Oh so Graphic! Damn fine writing!
Thanks Scott!
Oh wow, this is powerful and enchanting. Yesterday I left a comment in one of Helen Valentina’s posts saying it was the best poem I had read that day. Now this is definitely the best poem I’ve read today. Thank you for this great writing!
Oh Elia that is a huge huge compliment you will make me blush! Thank you so much =)
What the hell?! Seriously do not know what to say about this.
“Sensational headlines of a failed
Marriage. Inside that shoe box a
Pair of testicles, never been used. Had
They been, perhaps I wouldn’t be sitting
Here knitting sweaters for all the unborn
Children imprinted inside my sterile womb”
Soooo powerful. I’m a bit awed by you 🙂
Awww Melanie that is so sweet thank you very much =)
I just reread this…and then again aloud to my fiance. Awe. So sad, bitter, powerful and just damn well written.
Awww Melanie you read my poem to someone that is so sweet