Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

She Was Everything -Part 1-

8/20/12

Another collaboration with Justin Connor. :) It’s fun pulling people into writing gory, creepiness—and them actually not minding. At least I don’t think he minds. ;)

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The ache is returning in full force
What is this horrid feeling?
And why does it leave a crooked smile on my face?
The itch is back, scratching lightly
I must satisfy the itch . . . I must

Two voices speak to me—
One telling me to spare the person’s life,
The other telling me to go for it

Pulled between these two voices
The emotions of life twisting
Lifting its ugly head at me
They don’t know I am here
Lifting my ugly head at them
Watching as they sip their drinks
Laughter toiling through my brain
Cruel laughter . . .
 Why am I here?
Tell me I am not. . .
Grinded by the voices—bounded  
My eyes flicker open to certainty

Then I see her
Among the rest
And the pressures of the ache grow

I am still conflicted between the two voices
But my mind always says to go for it
As if there is something I have to do
Something I need to do . . .

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Justin Bordner August 23, 2012 at 5:14 PM Laura you have cultivated an undeniable genius for intense and clear description - such an admirable gift bestowed upon you by the Cosmos that you unquestioningly deserve! Certainly you can be a phenomenal prose or story writer - sometimes being devious and self serving can seem so right - "laughter toiling through my brain..." "grinded by the voices..." real command of imagination here - instincts are a beautiful thing - with respect - J.A.B. %