She wears attire that
fails to flatter,
fancy up her bag of
bones.
But no matter, for her
allure lies within for him
and those who rush to
follow,
with their grubby
hands and grubby minds,
for she is nothing
more than nothing.
Once done they finger
trace the lines
the needle tracks to
crook of arm,
the foul evidence of ignoble
gain,
their power play of
bodies.
And here lies she
drugged-up half-dead
mouthing silent hate
through lips til soon
forever silenced.
Anna :o]
Sumana at Poets United has us
writing of silence and above is my offering.
Cheers Sumana!
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9 comments:
You pAcked quite a bit of story into just a couple verses. It is not unfamiliar. Almost a modern romeo and juliet. Ahe falls for him follows his poor decisions. ..til death do us part. ..nice bit of writing anna.
Goodness Anna...that kind of silence begs for justice and we are all guilty of letting it die without remedy. Powerful poem. We are writing about domestic abuse today as I host micropoetry month on my blog.. drop in if you get a chance,
That "cheers" in your note was a counterpoint to your poem which has not cheer what-so-ever as I think on those brutally silenced and deprived of human agency, of nature's agency! Your poem is a vibrant accusation, powerful!
What a powerful and thoroughly enjoyable poem. Thank you for sharing it with us
A sad existence for certain.....that film looks like one I would find interesting.
Oh God! What vicious space the hu/mans have made of this planet. So heartbreaking!
Affecting piece of writing. With that kind of silence, how can we afford to be silent!
This silence hovers on the edge of howl. Well done, if carved with a straight razor.
A powerful write I could feel those track marks
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