Sta.sh
a sunset blister[pops] overhead, dripping
security. she kisses her lover and leaves
with splinters in lips. there are moments
when she swears she can hear a breath
rattling somewhere within his
reciprocating chest
she swears in vain
and sometimes it's like they recycled
an old day, it fits the same and that
is an alarming halt to progression-
she says, we have to move on
but she doesn't ever leave, feet buried
under years of promises and plans and
anxieties. she's had a bird cage by her bed
since she was a little girl (begging wounded
blue jays to escape)
the day won't break, he watches
her sleep uneasily, respiring
like coffee in the morning is not
a guarantee but a guillotine. he
watches her rise and fall
and the day won't break;
shadows linger on the porch and hide
between pavement cracks, waiting,
for the time when she says she sleeps
to leap into his palms and discolor his
sludgy veins
he smiles, too, crooked like a fence
about to fall. his eyes aren't attached,
they are black. he smiles.
and she sings, but only when the
moon isn't watching, of adventures
and heroes and redeeming dawns
and also about how she has to pick up
dinner on Tuesday
he never hears, he left his ears back
in a time when he really cared.
he just looks on, black eyes,
and nights are pink, too, when
she sleeps restlessly
breathe in
breathe out
and the moon isn't watching
and the day won't break
he says goodnight and she cries
so softly even the angels stop to weep
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I mean, everybody always tells you that life goes on and tomorrow will be a new day...
But what if not? What if this time we wake up and everything will still be the same - and we are caught up in a glitch of time, where the twilight lasts, and the 'redeeming dawn' never comes... on one hand this is a very scary scenario, but on the other hand I remember times in my life, when I thought it should be just like that.
This is the cord this piece strikes in me, and again you succeed in expressing sentiments I didn't even know I was feeling so strongly about. YOU ARE AMAZING!
Well -
It's kind of embarrassing erupting in such spontaneous emotional statements when talking about a poem if you got it totally wrong, so in case this piece has a totally different meaning, please hide this comment...
you are so incredibly sweet!
"the day won't break, he watches
her sleep uneasily, respiring
like coffee in the morning is not
a guarantee but a guillotine. he
watches her rise and fall
and the day won't break;" "
"so like some hybrid mother slash lover she'd soothe and heal his wounds- kiss them dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon"
And thank you so much, dear!
Of course!
Once again, your first sentence in the description--"Concrete feet and bruised smiles." A lot of this poem makes me think of abuse, an unhealthy relationship, something they both want out of in one way, but are unwilling to part from in another.
Maybe I'm just dim.