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Cathrine Wilde Poem
There is nothing wrong with me
Besides the curve of my bones
And the curve of my two eyes.
There is nothing wrong with earth
Besides the razors on pine
The falling of the downfall.
On Sunday, I like to kill myself
On Monday, I plan my next death.
I have no enemy except
The curving of my hollow spine.
I have no enemy except
The hollow of my own, hollow eye.
Copyright © Cathrine Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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Cathrine Wilde Poem
In the cool light,
I want to peel his skin back
And eat it like the meat of a grape
In the heat summer,
I’m painted, red as Cardinal
And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy
At the summit of hysteria
He holds me by the sinew
And bends it till I break
Numb on the skin’s landing -
Head had me like a dog
Trodden on the fiber of loving
I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing
Copyright © Cathrine Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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Cathrine Wilde Poem
It is a gift I have been given you -
Though us two, both shadowed by the lamp light
Are split sideways and depressed by life.
Have you been fed up from not getting love?
How each, we reach for darkness another
I find you, your soul, wrapped in the dull.
Copyright © Cathrine Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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