R For Resuscitation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about about pain, joy, and the urge to keep living.

Submitted: July 02, 2018

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And I’ll always remember the beautiful women

who taught me how to lace my lips with red lipstick,

and how their hugs felt hollow

and were made of decay.

 

So, all my hope is in resuscitation.

It nestles broken things,

and it has an uncanny theory

that life is a continuum: equal to infinity.

The ongoing shape of hand rings.

 

It is the audacity, the rebellion of joyous laughter

as it escapes my vocal cords

after a long-winded cry.

 

It is the invasion of rain

as it beats upon my skin,

coating me with relief.

 

Until it disintegrates the backbones of my worries.

 

 

 


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