Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

See, Listen

I prey on your principles, with a thick claw stabbing through the bone,
Into the soft recesses below the layers of hardened counterfeit
I feast on your innards before you know I exist,
And when the emptiness hits, 
Your judgement does hiss

I cross the coals with chilled alertness,
Fire burning into the soles I have licked 
They clobber onto me till I see stars
And I wait till their fiery suns die in their pique of agony

I see you for who you are, bare skeleton,
With no more eyes to see, 
And no more ears to hear
I see you for what you were always destined to be—
Powdered bones in the wasteland of Forgotten

And as your returned dust does blow through hot, whimpering winds 
I take your condemnatory eyes,
And your crooked ears, 
And I profess loudly to the nether land,
“No soul shall rest upon here!” 

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Peter Walsh January 8, 2018 at 7:49 AM Horror, inscribed! Laura Breidenthal January 9, 2018 at 6:53 PM Thanks for reading this one, Peter. I always appreciate your visits. :) ~<3 Laura

James Inman September 16, 2016 at 9:31 AM A beautifully written image filled piece. Seems to be the story of the hate one feels for an abusive father or lover. As with much of your writes this can be interpreted many ways.

Timothy Hicks September 3, 2016 at 8:53 PM You've gone cryptic again, my friend, but I love the engrossing images that draws me in. While slightly gothic, it's more-so uplifting with the language of the eyes and ears, dust of the earth, etc., bringing to mind more biblical themes ... I find Justin's interpretation to be right on the money. You paint the macabre with a more beautiful light, Laura.

Ravi Sathasivam August 23, 2016 at 3:04 AM Excellent. Very deep write. Enjoyed reading it.

John Fleming August 22, 2016 at 3:27 PM You certainly do conjure up some great lines, Laura...This poem is brimming over with them - Excellent piece of work!! My very best regards as always, Laura...And my warmest wishes. Your friend. :) john P.s 7+++

Justin Bordner August 21, 2016 at 3:31 AM I love it when you write riddle like, my Gothic Princess. For me personally, this poem is emblematical of the eagle of truth devouring all falsehood that attempts to impede justice Laura...J.A.B.