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To Finally See You

Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations,
I know your substance is not one to powder under impact
And yet I work here, feverish, to prove my trepidations wrong
I grind you, harder against the walls, and you never powder,
You are shards of glass, getting smaller and smaller,
Cutting through the walls, straight into my skin

I cry out in a thousand minuscule pains, 
As you enter mercilessly into my bare flesh
Tinkles flair as the wind blows upon the incisions
I sparkle in the night of our plight, 
Terrorized by the horrors I have constructed,
Toying with you… you…the finesse tool to my agonies

You gained control of me like a mimed puppet master,
The binds I had tightened upon you asphyxiating my sanctuaries,
Tied along you, and twined around me
Silent, smiling, seething…
You begged me to scream
Your glass shards icing into my pupils, through my brain, 
And out into the recesses of all my verbalized fears

I shove the remaining shards into my fleeting sight,
A hawk screeching, being stabbed in the eyes by its own feathers
Expelling blood and tears …matter and might,
All I wanted to do was finally see you…
To take in the scent of my grounded version of you

So long though had I whiffed in the potent poison you always were,
Too long, as it no longer has the same effect my nostrils numb for…

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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Stephen Kilmer Date: 9/21/2015 3:50:00 PM Nice. Sounds like you got a monkey on your back and need to go to rehab! Just kidding. This is makes me think of crushing cocaine and snorting it. It a dark narcotic world. Maybe I missed point. But I am here for you and understand. ~Kilmer Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/21/2015 5:03:00 PM Thanks Stephen, for taking the time to read some of my poetry today. Drugs and narcotics are evident in this symbolic piece, with the language of powders and glasses. Glad you caught on, dear. ~Laura

James Marshall Goff Date: 9/7/2015 2:56:00 AM Hi Laura, the dark side of thought can inflict a thousand wounds, but one can prevail, good write! jimbo Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/7/2015 3:24:00 AM "One can prevail"...through and through, through bite and boil, sneer and smile, it is true! Thank you Jimbo! ~Laura

Justin Bordner Date: 9/6/2015 7:35:00 PM The severity of gothic romanticism from a nightmarish nemesis who feeds your heart and punishes your soul. A tolerance built upon the stinging satisfaction from this creature's love. You make agony so special, and beautiful Laura. An addiction to an affliction of sharp affection. I love this poem's masochistic charm, the intensity of the imagrey, it's terrorizing spell upon the flesh is educating, and stimulating. "A hawk screeching, being stabbed in the eyes by it's own feathers." Wow! J.A.B. Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/7/2015 3:22:00 AM It makes me so happy that you can be educated and stimulated by this torrential cry, Justin. To acknowledge its strange, masochistic nature and intense metaphor with your sweet understanding is priceless to me. It is difficult to surface words in such a way that will be appealing to the audience, as many of the emotions I write of have that streak of evil one backs away from. Then again, I've never tried to please the majority. You quoted my favorite line...thank you for visiting this one and leaving your gracious thoughts...~Laura Justin Bordner Date: 9/6/2015 7:36:00 PM A FAV!!

Duke Beaufort Date: 9/6/2015 6:39:00 PM We can never see the absolute truth, but we may get closer and closer and try to understand how our own emotional state and consciousness affect what we perceive. We are so imperfect when it comes to all of this. So, when we are ready, we make the best of what we have. You are a treasure in all of this. Your words are twisting and descriptive. It is like being inside your head! This is a little scary, but it is good. Wishing you waves of positive energy in the universe of ours. Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/6/2015 7:04:00 PM You are a light to my darkening muse. I am so happy to receive your beautiful feedback.~Laura

Terry O'Leary Date: 9/6/2015 2:37:00 PM You were victorious...well done (the poem too!!) Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/6/2015 3:02:00 PM This little comment made me beam... thank you Terry...I look forward to reading some of your work soon. ~Laura

Kp Nunez Date: 9/6/2015 1:25:00 PM Such pain, my friend. Sure glad to read the final line. Even the most patient has some limit! Enough with the poisonous fume, move on to sweet perfume! hugs! Login to Reply Laura Breidenthal Date: 9/6/2015 3:04:00 PM Hello, Kim... sometimes searching for the good in others can be dangerous... searching too deep perhaps, we look for our own version of how we want them to be, and get disappointed. We are who we are, and once it is expressed, shown, what we can see can be devastating...irresistible... or maybe I'm just nuts. Thanks for reading! ~Laura