sadness makes poetry bleed out
from under your bitten-down fingernails
every single time
the bitterness you taste in your coffee
reminds you of past mistakes
and bruises that you caused
fragments of vocabulary
start spilling out of your mouth
like caustic bottles in a nuclear plant
and windblown smiles tug at your hair,
making it hard to open your tired eyes
at the arsenic whiteness of fakeness
and casualties of war
the nation you grew up in
broke into pieces
and you shredded your memories into fine slivers
because each one is a detonator
under pressure in your lungs
and each breath is a death wish
choking your windpipe with salty kisses.
(a.m.c.)
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
sadness makes poetry bleed out
from under your bitten-down fingernails
every single time
the bitterness you taste in your coffee
reminds you of past mistakes
and bruises that you caused
fragments of vocabulary
start spilling out of your mouth
like caustic bottles in a nuclear plant
and windblown smiles tug at your hair,
making it hard to open your tired eyes
at the arsenic whiteness of fakeness
and casualties of war
the nation you grew up in
broke into pieces
and you shredded your memories into fine slivers
because each one is a detonator
under pressure in your lungs
and each breath is a death wish
choking your windpipe with salty kisses.
(a.m.c.)
