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vincent-j-comeau
American
Yesterday I decided not to write that note And it seemed as if that choice Created a shadow behind me. The shadow stalked me all day, Hiding inside other shadows That had long been following me. It was odd to me that there was no body Which cast the numerous shadows, And so their existence vexed me. I spent most of my day contemplating The note's shadow, watching all the shadows, And looking into them as they looked at me. As the long day wore on, the shadows grew And grew and grew and grew Until a monster stood against me. The night fell hard; I was surrounded by the shadows as they, In their confederacy, attacked me. They attacked with shadowy claws And cut deep, and they attacked With painful shrieks – They tortured me. I closed my eyes to them To rest in quiet shadows of my own design; That is what saved me. The shadow monsters assaulted me all night – They pressed hard against my body And when I dared to open my eyes, they were me. All shadows were gone, and my own forgotten, Now a layer of flesh, so thin Is all that surrounded me.
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Shadowskin
I There's a bitter taste in my mouth As the bride, in all her radiance, Marches down the aisle, victory Trailing behind her. My throat burns and vision blurs And when asked to object, I'm too late. So I leave with the “I do”'s Trailing behind me. Who ever heard of an open bar before a wedding? Who ever heard of a cake with a stolen groom? I have. I have. I have heard years of laughter And heard the hesitant cheers And heard the hallowed wedding bells Trailing behind, driving away. II In the car I run My fingers over smooth plastic Features and remark, Through drunken tongue: How real this feels! Hammurabi was right – An eye for an eye Makes the whole world right. Stolen groom for stolen groom; The cake still clings to his feet And in the distance, church bells. Married before God, and here is tribute – Give unto Caesar what is Caesar's! And remember, thou art mortal. Yet I feel like Jupiter With my idol in my hand. III This plastic idol, I'll melt it down And take it in, in, in, Drink it down like poison, Poison I've already felt before! Prepare to take notes on its effects: It will burn like one sided solemn vows And it will cling to my throat like promises, Promises only I kept and he forgot Faster than he could melt down. When I said “I'll love you forever” I intended to keep it true. I'll love him longer than the plastic, Clinging to my throat, will exist. As the molten idol goes down, words come up: “I love you” (Always).
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 9:20 PM UTC
Stolen Groom
This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. Not with the bang of slammed doors But with a whimper of defeat. There was no sudden impact and Like Icarus in the Field I swam to dry land only to be alone With my wax wings, Melted and useless and heavy. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. Not with a bang but a whimper And a cry and nights spent alone Waiting for a text or call or A sign of life where there is none. I am no Lazarus; I will not return From the worms and the dirt. I am transformed forever, dear Jesus. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 9:03 PM UTC
Dear Sylvia Plath: I am Envious!
Ah, the smell of wilting roses And the falling of the brown dead leaves And the drying of the oceans as the world, Once full of vigor and life, dies – It fills me with the utmost joy! For when the sun turns to embers And all the animals fall into cracks Formed by the dry grounds shrink You and I will lay together, all of us together, At the shores of the evaporating seas and All elated, we will smile. Ready to finish this game and end the mess, We will go to the next world By the sea, beneath the yellow and sagging moon.
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Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
Yellow Moon