Feb 2014
Island in gathered
Lavender sheets
Lilliputian dregs congeal
- Missed shots in the dark
Slack-mouth “no”
Echoes in peeling paint
Globules of restrained ***
Hollow my form
I touch my own lips
Not consenting to their last
Tryst.
Marlboro reds cling to
Salivary memory
Turning in my tongue –
Tucked along the
Cusp of my teeth
Pressing
Trying to expel the taste
I spit
Flecks spatter amidst
His-release…
Lavender sheets
Lilliputian dregs congeal
- Missed shots in the dark
Slack-mouth “no”
Echoes in peeling paint
Globules of restrained ***
Hollow my form
I touch my own lips
Not consenting to their last
Tryst.
Marlboro reds cling to
Salivary memory
Turning in my tongue –
Tucked along the
Cusp of my teeth
Pressing
Trying to expel the taste
I spit
Flecks spatter amidst
His-release…
This was written from a prompt in class. We were instructed to write from "the shadow," or the darkness within. I was given the words "****** *******." I went into the shadow, and I am not certain if I like what came out, but I will not ignore what did surface.
