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| cigarettes and broken glass by viewfinder |
I have learned to walk on broken glass
how to step lightly and quietly
I no longer cry out
when the pieces slice my feet
Shhh
Quiet now
I use the blood to paint
my nails a happy crimson for you
Watch me dance on
the shards
How useful are the scars
I can pirouette
as slivers burrow
into my toes
19 comments:
damn...that is hard...painful...the painting of my nails for you in the blood....ouch...dang....tough verse...
hey got your email as well...but been swamped...will send back thoughts...
And that is how I became a writer. This was great and I will read it again.
Oh yikes!~! Deep and emotionally as well as physically painful. Sheesh.
Awww... sad too.
My kind of poem, LM--my dancing shoes are ripped to ribbons. I keep dancing, but the numb part can be scary. Painting the toenails is a very nice gruesome touch.
A glimpse of deep seated pain without a sentimental rush! Cleverly written!
Bloody good!
By the way, I LOVE your blog description: "Poems, Inspirations, Creative musings, and other Shit."
Tickles mah funny bone!
you have to build up a tough skin in life while being fashionable and graceful at the same time. your poem had truth to it.
Painful and beautiful...sometimes the pain makes us numb. Good capture.
Wows! Love it!
This is so painful, but true. We are so willing to walk thru so much pain for those we love. You capture that desire and self-destruction so honestly, without false sentiment.
This is so painful, but true. We are so willing to walk thru so much pain for those we love. You capture that desire and self-destruction so honestly, without false sentiment.
Wow. That is some emotional piece... or lack thereof, perhaps. Just dead to everything -
Oh, gad, but this poem has an icy grip on the substance of poisonous relationships:
I use the blood to paint
my nails a happy crimson for you..
Too many women bleed for love, for little reward.
Excellent.
YOW!!!
That made me feet curl up in sympathetic pain.
Even if it was allegory.
Um: rather her than me. My feet are sensitive! But a well-crafted poem nonetheless.
Wow.
miss lola mouse! Tis what they invented the highheel for!
Good reading...and how have you been!
Another wow from me - WOW!
Brilliant piece.
Anna :o]
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