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Eyes Glued Shut

Droplets redder than Beaujolais 
Speckled the new bone-white carpet 
And glued the eyes wider shut 

Froth does not cloak the glass shards 
larger than silver dollars 
Each sharper than a lions prong 

Piercing and tearing soft tissue 
It might as well have been my heart 

I thought she was my haven, sanctuary 
Refuge from evil gods and sometimes from good 
Who was I to trust? 

It melts in your mouth 
yet leaves a sour after-taste 

One times two 
And two times three 
Shame and more shame on me 

Damn Fool 

Stare at those stitches 
And the bare muscles exposed 
I smile and grimace 

She says they were self inflicted 
Maybe they were 
And maybe they were not 

She used to have a name 
It used to be Elena 
Now she has none 

She used to have a face 
Now she has none 
As she was -- she is gone 

Bye her – hello tiny bubbles 

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  1. Date: 6/12/2010 9:48:00 PM
    this is a very interesting write, Alan. don't even blame yourself, you see, that is what the woman's mind can do to a man, she can use you like a tool and act innocent when she is around you, so that it may seem like everything was your fault in the end, soon calling yourself the "fool". but thats not the case, its only a lesson learned in the way, "My Playground" was a joke, i don't do such things to young men, i try and "open" their eyes to love.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette

  1. Date: 6/11/2010 8:25:00 PM
    Not sure I understand it, but it was quite interesting. It reminded me of the animated film CAroline I took my grandson to, where the evil mother hid a grusomely stitched face and button eyes behind a real face. My grandson got afraid. It was very "dark" for kids!! Clever title too! LUv, andrea

  1. Date: 6/11/2010 10:55:00 AM
    You haven't been the object of one of Lynette Chachere's playgrounds, have you. Read her poem and it sounds like you're her antithisesis. Nicely written for all of us who have been there! Dan C ps. Thanks for your comments on my work.

  1. Date: 6/11/2010 9:17:00 AM
    This is very imaginative. The words flow very well and send a message. I like the essence of the poem also. Great job! Joseph

  1. Date: 6/11/2010 9:16:00 AM
    WOW clever write love this work x sarah ...thanks for commenting on mine