03-23-2018, 03:41 AM
Sockets forked with broiled eyes
clamped hard, tears and phlegm dripping
from my cheeks, mixing with the bubbles
That is one of the most graphic depictions of a cry I have read. The word choices, such as "broiled," and "phlegm," stir images that provoke readers to remember moments of solitary angst. The imagined narrator sits in a tub of water alone with of "cinnamon candles," symbols of comfort. The sadness is that the narrator is alone.
steaming green on the tubs surface,
lit soft by cinnamon candles
and window moon.
I focus on each breath,
the lung tar and cinnamon hacking
up the heartburn dissolving my innards
and crisping my throat, emptying myself
with napalm.
clamped hard, tears and phlegm dripping
from my cheeks, mixing with the bubbles
That is one of the most graphic depictions of a cry I have read. The word choices, such as "broiled," and "phlegm," stir images that provoke readers to remember moments of solitary angst. The imagined narrator sits in a tub of water alone with of "cinnamon candles," symbols of comfort. The sadness is that the narrator is alone.
steaming green on the tubs surface,
lit soft by cinnamon candles
and window moon.
I focus on each breath,
the lung tar and cinnamon hacking
up the heartburn dissolving my innards
and crisping my throat, emptying myself
with napalm.