Monday, November 17, 2008

Breathing in Darkness


This darkness wrapped around

me like a cocoon against this

room full of awkward tongues.

Their vitriol hanging from knowing

smiles and cradled in cupped

hands. I tell myself it doesn’t

matter as I feel my chest heave

with their malice which has coated

my lungs like coal dust.



6 comments:

June said...

..."with their malice which has coated my lungs like coal dust." That about says it!

Sayani said...

like a cold dust ...untouched or irreplaceable u mean ?


gr8 though :)
keep writing

regards
sayani

Ralph Murre said...

good poem, my friend - sad, but good.

~ R.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Beautiful expression of gossip!
I wonder if I'd been able to put it so delicately!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Sherrie, thank you for your hysterical comment on "Socko." I've gotten different versions of the same pov. I have my edgy moments! :)) Since my mother was in the hospital, I just about had time to open my e-mails, so I posted a rerun of "Eve's Got Mail"
with new contenders for the roles, if you're interested. Thank you, again, Sherrie!

Cynthia said...

Oh my gosh, I know this feeling so
well - you've written half of my
life, you are a genius.