We look at the clean, perfect face,
feel that smoothness
against the backs of our fingers,
long to stroke it with our fingertips,
place our lips against it, sniff, rub gently.
That was yesterday.
Today, fingernails dig
into a scab on that skin.
Try to pull it off that face, let out blood?
Do you still love it,
that flesh, that skin?
That being? Today?
(11 Dec 2023)
Breaking News
David J Walker
Fliberty flimm flamm
Giberty gib
Skiberty skib scab
Floperty flib
Zippity do dah
Pigerty pigg
Rigerty wash rag
Oily rig
And that’s why
You will die
Unless you
Giberty jig
More as details become available
Healing wounds
of betrayal
open
once more with blood
seeping out of it.
Happenstance
brings her
face to face
with her
former flame.
But this time,
walking hand-in-hand
with the woman he left
her...
at the altar for.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by your truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 03/27/2021
Covered thinly, by a bloody clot.
Unhealed.
Congealed.
Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress
fulfilled.
That your body is still here
is the best that can be said
of this,
the first year.
you were never in love
with me except for that feeling
that burst through your cock and crowed for
me at dawns break and alarmed all but
a saint and allowed room for fashion
at a reasonable rate
coupled with all of your expression and crippling indecision
the catacombs of your whys fevering the attempts
to boiling points and highs cooling them with
distance and neglected penmanship
weak correspondence as decayed as starvation
amidst the famine
burning deep inside my loins
growth further inside my womb
desire deeper than my mind
and all tormented by your words or lack there of
your worthy less than soul to speak any kinder
than capable of sewn
to my death I take with thee the promise
of a note left untold.
I feel
the scars rip open,
the scars
of past torment
gushing out
puss and blood.
Burning,
burning
with such scorching heat
that my brain
screams in agony.
Stakes pounded
through hand and foot
while
blood and gore
pour out of open sores,
leaving
endless streams
flowing,
flowing
to the depths of hell,
where it is
boiled back up
into
the essence of life,
erasing,
twisting,
hiding memories
from mind's eye,
leaving
hatred and chaos
in their place.
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