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a
b u l l e t
caught me in the
dark,
erupted through my
flesh.
gunshots rang inside my
head,
i tumbled to my death.
just
kidding, they were words not slugs
lodged
mostly in my brain,
no
open, gaping wounds to
patch,
quicksand gathering the pain.
razors
stuffed inside my ears, her words
they
underpinned, those
vain,
weak, petty thoughts i had of
xenacious
youthful urges, that have long since lost their
zen.
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Comments (15)
Love the anger and strength of this one Heather, so well constructed, the Abcs are not even noticeable!
Nice abecedarian Heather! 😊
Great flow to compliment the content! I easily forgot it was an ABC until I got to X, lol.
Awww, what a wonderful poem! I loved it!
Gosh, this was so tragic, intense and emotional! I'm always sooooo amazed at the way you write poems! Loved this so much!
Oh hell yeah. This is wonderful, Heather! I'm stunned that you were able to execute such rhythm and structure alongside the ABC rules. It's really made me think, too—Who is "her?" The narrator's mother, an old bully, her own inner critic? Resonates on a lot of levels.
This is really punchy and evocative; I love the kind of staccato rhythm it has.
Although it is sad, I was smiling throughout reading your entry. Not sure what this says about me... but I'm going with 'I extremely enjoyed this piece'!
Oof. This was excellent and tough. Great entry.
Ouch. Good job.
Bravo, Words hurt. Another great piece Heather
That wasn't very nice of her..., ...even if her words did bear the ring of truth.
Damn good work!
Another gorgeous piece from the Empress. Well done, my friend.
Very nice