Thursday, April 28, 2016

This Tailspin

This Tailspin

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)



Twisted

your love
dripping

saliva

thick, hungry.

Puke,

may I
rail against putrid,
acid breathe?

Laugh,

may I,

in intense hysterics

seconds
minutes
hours?

Days.
Years.

Fearing winters
with you.

Without you.

I love you.
Loathe you.

Me. Especially.
Since I let you.

Showering
in thundering darkness
walking
into open fields

Arms, mouth
wide, snide

Bitter

"Lightening! Cleanse me!"
Sobbing.

Wishing
for lye to strip me

within.

To enjoy the burn
my traitorous heart earned.

Then ...  to regurgitate this vicious liquid.
Spit it into your eyes, despised.

Cherished.

Release me;
Die.

"Don't!"

I pray.
Cry

for you.
Me.

Stay.

Do?