Friday, February 10, 2012

Suffering

Ribs bruised where you loved me. Feathered collarbones, cigarette burns on my shoulder. You inked kisses under my chin and pressed black fingerprints to my wrists, gaping holes in my heart where you punched in your affections. Peeling back sorrows to find the words you'd left behind, underneath my plams you'd written: we are infinite.

8 comments:

  1. This is such a haunting piece. The ending is a magnificent enigma.

    P.S. - It made me happy to see a post from a new "face" (so to speak). :)

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  2. hi, this poem is powerful and so visceral. simply
    caught my breath.

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  3. This is really affecting and lovely. So good to read you once more.

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  4. This makes me sad. (I don't know if you meant it to.) Nobody should suffer through love. I hope the bruises fade.

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  5. such sad but beautiful words. i hope you find lovelier love. x

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  6. in a word, beautiful.

    the best prose i've came across to date.

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  7. I can't express how deep your words pierced me.

    xoxo
    Sarang

    Life's Perceptions

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