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:
..."with their malice which has coated my lungs like coal dust." That about says it!
like a cold dust ...untouched or irreplaceable u mean ?
gr8 though :)
keep writing
regards
sayani
good poem, my friend - sad, but good.
~ R.
Beautiful expression of gossip!
I wonder if I'd been able to put it so delicately!
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!
Oh my gosh, I know this feeling so
well - you've written half of my
life, you are a genius.
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