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reconstruction
he uses bleach to wipe the features from his skin
erasing his tear-filled eyes so he cannot see the mirrors are shattered, he cuts his wrists and watches as the pain bleeds out into the sink he wants to be pure and to forget everything just return to that place where silence reigns and there are no whispers or expectations hanging over his head like taunting memories he scrubs at his skin until it disappears as well and he is left feeling raw and beautiful like a fetus before its birth protected in its womb reconstruction he sleeps for a thousand days allowing himself to heal and the scabbing forms and disappears leaving soft baby skin and a new breath he decorates his body with new birthmarks and moles gives himself new eyes and a nose and paints eyebrows and lips which create a new smile the new tears do not burn, instead they are cleansing and when he opens his new eyes, he is not afraid and stands in the light as a new person not scarred from the past, but with strength and a determination to live |
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Lovekat, I saw your post in ED, didn't realize that this thread was a poem until I read it up on there
I've skimmed through some of your poems before, and I think that this one catches my eye most, and so I'm replying to it. Good stuff, and I think it caught my eye because it seems a little different from what you usually write I like how the poem is divided in half by the word reconstruction. It really seperates the poem into halves and marks an end, and a beginning. The top part, a form of "death" or evolution... the bottom half, "rebirth". I've played with that style before and found that it's a clear and interesting way to construct a poem, and can arise multiples meaning in 'the reader' despite it's simple form. I like the semi-dark, yet very hopeful nature of your piece.. And now I feel like I'm back in Poetry 102, so I'm going to shuttup with my analysis. goodstuff, and a very smooth read. ;) keep it up. Last edited by yoko*; Jan 06, 03 at 11:27 AM. |