The Illusion Of Smooth
Painstakingly Textured
Puddles of glass
Mirror like,
Line my driveway
Potholes
Deeply, dappled
Like connect the dots
I sway and I swerve
Trying to avoid them
Petals plucked out
From forget me nots
He loves me
And then, he doesn’t
Love has proven
I’m so far removed
My jagged lines
Mistakes finely
Tattooed
Displayed boldly
On my skin
Say….
I’ve never been
Smooth
I wear my flaws
Like
some badge
of honor
Can’t beat them
Join them
Is my battle cry
Every time
I press down
My edges
I bury me
A little
Deeper inside
Polished I’m not
So I mimic
The motion
Eye of the
Beholder
I lovingly
Reply
A version of velvet
With patches
Bare naked
Torn
Mangled and mangy
By the constant
Attempts
To fit in the mold
I put on my boots
Time that I
Face the
Puddles
Through
Not around
Them I
Tirelessly tread
Unscathed is the goal
The path I’m
Achieving
Practice makes
Perfect
Till I’m
Perfectly smooth
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
What a way to describe oneself.
Smooth and motivational!!! Loving it!!!💕❤️❤️
Thoughtful and heartfelt poem Kelli. Great work! 😊👏
Moving piece. I love your way with words.
Never bury yourself. Your flaws/potholes are part of the perfection for which we love you, my friend.
Nice
Love this
Wow! This is fantastic. I take my hat off to you Kelli. Surreal and realistic…, powerful work. 🥰 Love it.