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metamorphose

pushing it out
flushing the system clean
drinking them up
gulping them down.
a swollen face
and eyes
red rimmed.
a quivering chin
and trembling lips
and a full stop
is that so difficult?
letting go?
and trying not to clip those newly grown wings
tying down
get it over with.
and then the metamorphose is complete.
a throat full of unshed tears.
a stoic face
and
drowning.

Comments

Gelid Spate said…
claustrophobia ->betrayal ->metamorphose .....sequence of events ???? or just feelings? :O
anyways those were very well written!!!
March 29, 2007 at 9:04 PM
lavieenrose said…
hmm poems come from a number of sources :)
thank you!!
March 30, 2007 at 12:54 AM
Anonymous said…
difficult for me ...
April 5, 2007 at 10:28 PM
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