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So Beneath you

Poetry By: Keisha Gamman

Tags: Love, Anger, Dharma

Love, with reluctance

Submitted:Jul 15, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

And every time I pick it up

It's upside down

Burns up in my godamn hand

Quicker than I can see your face

And the horse you rode in on

I hate your terrible flash

Your wooden sword

You are so peter fag

No reason why your blunt end should

Have run right through me like that

But it is better to regard the arrow in your heart and attend to that wound

Than to stand there screaming

If only I could

Stop saying your name in my sleep

Mouth it when I talk to myself

Yet another character

In a book yet unborn

Fetal fiction floating

Spineless & sightless

In the rosy amniotic fluid

Of pleasant thoughts and fantasies

No where near the reality of you

That I prefer to keep packaged

On a shelf, safe somewhere

So I don't have to pick up the hot coals

And cauterize the fringes

Of my tattered, mincemeat heart

With the scowl of the devil on my face

Where I would have much rather have

Held your power

In great and terrible infinite

To show the world great magic still thrives

Under all these plated scabs


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