Share your poetry and creativity over at Dverse Poets Pub. I am basing my poem off of a drawing I’ve been working on.
Stitches
You’re in my ribcage
I turn my love to wreck it
let you gather up the pieces
and I watch you fall
from my fists
where I held you
hard and close because
what is the difference
anyway
between madness
and hunger
I want you to
walk up and bite me
stick your words inside me
and twist them all around
cover up my mouth
make my mind unable
to find my will
I come in like a whirlwind
and you are mine to destroy,
no not you, just love
or the thought of love
or the thought of you
or the heart in my chest
so I can rupture up my body
but I open up my chest
and violets fly out
and I had a dream
you were walking by,
black in the light,
a cigarette on your mouth,
not seeing me
and I feel for the first
time the things I let myself lose,
all the time,
and I close.
This is great. The images you use evoke a lot of emotion.
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