fulfilling an empty circle

a low voice
is whispering symptoms

while she withers away
he presses
ignore
(yet you still remain
my faithful
whore.)

pleading for silence,
instead she finds muteness.
pressed to her mouth
are his hollow
excuses.

she tastes
honeyed
insecurity;
a medicine
of failure
a syrup
of fascinations
and endless
complexes.

"there's something wrong
with my body," she says.
"it might be nothing,
but i'm scared
that i might be
empty"

missing
menstruation cycles
mood
swings
a raging hunger
a burning
sensation
of betrayal.

(it's a possibility,
it is still there,
the possibility
still there
still
there
still--)

his quiet laughter
fills her ears.

the voice of reason;
the voice
of treason




Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 00:52

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keith nunes
a powerful piece. it has so much going for it - rhythm and acute observation
2006-10-07