Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2014
slice me open and climb inside
explore and see what you find
me? you won't see me
deep inside I hide
I come and go with the tide
the pain comes in high
and far back I go to where I reside
I live among the ribs
the heart is my moon
but there's a patch in my ceiling
the blood leaks in
leaving this torn feeling
it used to be made of tin
but then a huge force broke it in
I rebuilt with wood
but it was just no good
so I'm a nomad, I wander
so watch where you step
I might be down yonder
ready to be your last breath
I'll catch you in my trap of death
you can beg and plead
but there is no mercy here
you need to bleed
on your soul I have to feed
you'll disappear with the rest
don't you know this is only a test?
Just wait till he turns up,
just let him show his face.
Will he ever get a lesson
on what not to do to a cat.
Slide toward him
as if unwilling
and ever so slow
on visibly offended paws,
and no leaps or squeals at least to start.
- Wislawa Szymborska
Tamara Rice
Written by
Tamara Rice
683
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems