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Carol Pelizzari Poem
Is this how Lucifer felt, standing up to their maker?
"I PUT YOU INTO THIS WORLD, I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT"
Legs shaking, eyes dripping, teeth grinding, fingernails drawing blood from palms and mouth still moving despite it all?
"DON'T YOU TALK BACK TO ME YOU LITTLE BRAT"
I heard it's a law in the universe, made by God themselves.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
Absolute power corrupts absolutely,
Tell me how that works out for a being who made the universe?
"GET OUTSIDE, I'M SICK OF YOUR FACE"
Falling,
Fallen.
Is this how it felt to burn-
"OUT!"
Alone?
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Carol Pelizzari Poem
My head is howling,
Hollowed feral eyes watching,
The harp of the moon a thrum in my chest.
Love run away, I can't bear for you to see.
The tang of blood against my teeth,
I swore that I'd never let you hurt me.
But your plumb fingers strum a heavenly tune,
And it's crimped my resistance into a jagged three.
Sharp pearlescent nails scratching into my skin,
You've already won, just let me in.
My brain is trapped within the endless night,
wishing for the eventide.
3/30/2021
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How does a dizzy ashen-faced girl find herself crying on the floor of the church bathroom every Sunday?
Allow me,
Low blood sugar caused by an eight-hour fast plus
Low self-esteem built upon years of abuse,
Equals an irrational but strong fear that she's possessed.
Little tears scorch her skin,
Unbearably hot, holy fire.
Jumping at the touch of holy water, psychosomatic burn.
Arching her back against the cold tile as she prays for mercy in her swirling twisting head,
"Help me, oh lord, Help me."
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Velvet tongue lies sweetly.
Her mouth dry as a bone,
Voice a sonorous tone.
It stabs in quite neatly,
Quieted completely.
The pigeon coop has flown.
Don't blame me pretty dear,
A lion can't not roar,
A wave will hit the shore.
Your excuses feel sheer,
My eyes see you in clear.
Truthtelling is a chore.
Ready to let me drown,
Nowhere to go but down.
3/30/2021
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My heart is made of clay left in the cold,
Knead me, please.
Show me how to pump blood again.
Remind me of my days under the earth,
Held pliant and warm.
Make me something better with your gentle shaping fingers,
And leave your mark.
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Capricious little devil, aren't you?
A regular pistol star, burning in and burning out.
Please don't take it to heart dear, but you'll never find a love like this.
Really who could take your flighty heart?
Ironic.
Come now, don't take offense. You're a regular flare in the sky, beautiful but soon gone.
Open your eyes little one, you need an anchor to hold you down.
Raise yourself by your own two fists and hold someone steadfast,
Never let them let you go.
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Carol Pelizzari Poem
I saw the dead and dying firsthand,
Gloved hands reached out to pale shaking ones.
Tired lungs rattled a rapid tune of death.
I wiped down ashen skin, bone dry without a drop of moisture left.
Talked to the families through closed windows and phone screens,
Told them that their loved ones were fighting.
We were told masks were optional, (I got sick in April)
Let me tell you that the vaccine is not.
Spare yourself months on a ventilator in a coma,
If you're lucky you'd make it to a painful year of PT.
Spare a family the last visit as their loved one drowns,
I still hear their mask-muffled cries in my dreams.
Yes it hurts, yes you get sick, yes it's new,
But please don't be another code blue
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