You thought me spineless,
so in a fit of anger you tore mine out,
Bloodless, I rose sword swallower,
strengthened by my tattered paper edges.
The abyss of your barren soul wrapped me in
gauze, shrouded me on parallel partitions;
nailed to the crossbars of your lust;
only mother me did you revere.
All hail the hidden seal*-- nailed to the missing cross,
white cloaked, virginal, tresses unbound-- lay me not
across the landscape of your desire-- grovel at my shrine.
The Broken Column by Frida Kahlo’s
*the word seal has been used to comply
with Soup Guidelines
First Published in Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 2014
Categories:
swallower, abuse, anger,
Form: Free verse
In the habit of teasing,
she sometimes told him
that she wished he didn't come.
But she always invited him.
Goliath took solace in that,
accepted her invitation
knowing how it was issued.
In spite of everything,
the years in one place,
Golliath always wondered
where he lived.
The child of badness,
the bully in his heart,
swallower of pride,
he had stood in front of minions
who adored him, then failed them
and didn't die or vanish.
He walked from the
site of his misdeeds head cast down,
not wanting to be seen.
He didn't hide.
just slipped away
not un-noticed but shunned.
Categories:
swallower, forgiveness, hate, life, relationship,
Form: Free verse