Poetry

Tangible

written by: Euphraseic

Plunge forward
like the knife between her thighs
This cleansing clean of
her dirty tricks and lies
Cut again
neck tilted black hair on the floor dead eyes blood pooling
Shift the skin against the cold
metal under dead girl weight
Hairs raised on myself eyes fixated
Mother
To me they are all you
Neat and clean life in a bucket sanitary dry bones
I always hated fluids
Sitting in you as you floated away in pieces they laugh and the roar of machines leaves me
wet face in the dark
and he is the one that knows
in the night he'll stalk after their sins
But I just want to remake you
You left me to die your pathetic try-to-help addled addict mind fuck
"Close your eyes"
Close your eyes tonight mother and mother and mother
Street mother walking in rags bending at cars popping shirts breast exposed
And we are here now
You are in pieces dry and dead and so quiet
Disappointment with every cut none of them are right none of them are you
Barbies imitating life
In taking yours I am life
Did you hear that mother ?
I'm alive