Haunt Me Thoroughly
Written 02/25/2021-03/03/2021 re: invisible chronic illness
That feeling, the one having you glance over your shoulder, which seems constantly. Are you being watched? More like a reverent chase. Or so the shame that plagues you may think. Obloquy has it's void aura of bigotry, as only a doctrinaire can excrete. Poison, emotion breeds. Aching like pain, like tears in the whipping rain, invisible to everyone except me, sensing their heat on her cheeks. Needles slid from an untrained hand, up the fingers, like pins, you see? They sing their chords, as they seize, radiating shivers in high-pitched Cs all through she. Woe is me; foe is she. Overwhelming malaise, she's falling free from grace, now dormant and the pretty leaves glide, leaving behind a worn wired skull. Stitched back to a crooked piece after one too many thoughts cracked free. Some were beauty, others glee, and the rest reaped negativity.
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Melissa Oros
Macbre poetry. In 2013 I had an emotional breakdown. I notice now most of the inspiration comes from the darker place since then (before 2013), versus my older poetry being light, funny, passionate in love, etc.
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