These words I know as if they’ve dissolved into me
ink injected into my bloodstream
so that when I sever an artery
the walls become a diary of sorts
A storybook happy ending for all involved
And but oh what is the meaning
of this gruesome scene of horror?
This open-door-where-has-the-killer-gone-
however-will-we-solve-this-mystery
saga told using a thousand words
that all mean the same thing
Close the book and leave it here with me
so that I can soak in its many secrets
and use them to add another page to the diary
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This one came out a little different than usual. Kind of a weird one for me, would love to know what you think!
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8 responses to “Severed”
This is a bit different for you my friend but I really like it.
“These words I know as if they’ve dissolved into me
ink injected into my bloodstream
so that when I sever an artery”
Great stuff. You are always surprising me my friend, I love the lines above, and find the poem to be quite beautiful and intriguing.
Have a blessed Monday my friend. Love to you and all your loved ones. ❤️💕🌸 Joni
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You’ve lain exposed the soul of the artist… of the poet… of the human soul longing to be understood.
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Yes, intriguing is an apt description. Close the book. Close 2020. I’m done with it. Let’s move on!!
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Let the words roll my friend! The story writes itself.
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Cheers to that!
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A little bit different is usually a good thing. It is here.
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I appreciate that, thanks!
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Interesting! Old anatomists used to inject blood vessels with dye to follow their route. We may do similarly following the effect of our actions on life.
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