a tongue of flowers

a fan hums strongly
she's breathing
but the gusts
drown it out.

(blood trembling
invitingly, so pretty
pulsing into me,
i am here
bright red;
alive.)

pressing the pillow
to her mouth;
dreaming and
dreading
and spreading
her legs
for no one.

in a world where leaves
fall upside-down
and tears fall
into worlds of ocean.

(in the corner of her room
a flower wilts
and nobody says a word.)

is this peace?
no,
it's an emotional
standstill
that cuts into her
like ignorant thorns
of silence.



Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-10-02 at 22:27

Tags Sickness  Sadness  Love 

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J. E.
Strong.
2006-10-02


Sandy Hiss
The title is intriguing alone. This poem is very unique in its imagery and word choices....I really enjoyed reading it.
2006-10-02



A text as strong, aching, pulsating as life itself. Beautiful!
2006-10-02