Free verse № 125686
Last Night
Last night, blade in hand
she sat,
pent up anger rising through crimson slits,
frantically shaking away drips of despair.
All the pain only relative,
an evaporation from the mind condenses on her body.
Today she soaks smeared stains in cold water,
wipes up any sticky puddles she can find,
wears a jumper in summer and
makes time to tune in
to the saccharine soap she watches every day.
There is a patch of dried blood on the bathroom door handle
where a hand pulled at it to be free.
I do not wipe it away.
I want her to catch sight.
To see herself in itâs reflection,
And me;
the absorbent dam
in her pain's reservoir.
14 comments
An evaporation from the mind condenses on her body.
...
To her closed cycle of hurt >>
That 6th line is a true gem. But I feel there is a contradiction between the 5th and the last line. Care to explain, Roisin?
Nobody's pointing out the real problems with this poem, so here goes: 1) it uses 'it's' for 'its'; 2) it's about suicide.
Discuss.
These are not pleasant to read.
Can they be fixed? Start with killing nearly all of your prepositions and look up "split infinitive" and, in general, stop telling me [blandly] what I would rather be shown [freshly].
Apply these words to any 5 random poems of yours here.
Please, don't take my comments the wrong way - just bridge this gap between having something good to say and saying it well.
Sadly, if one has the latter they can fake the former - but seldom the other way around.
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