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Poems and Short Quips - 7. The Scratch in the Surface
Vicious words
Jarring my mind
Piercing my gullet
Wrapping a choke-hold of repression around me
Like a scratchy wool scarf yanked around my neck
Like a thick blanket wrenched around my head
You stand there with your hands on your hips, your head cocked to one side,
That familiar glint of cruelty in your intimidating blue eyes.
You don’t know the influence you have over me.
Or maybe you fucking do...
I attempt to focus my attention elsewhere
On the potted jade plant,
On the tattered Turkish rug,
On that long scratch in the surface of the hardwood floor that we've never sanded out.
Anything to keep from having to focus on you.
A familiar heat rises up in me, spreading through my body like scalding liquid
Burning my limbs, my neck, my cheeks, my eyelashes.
As always, this is the time when thoughts cease to circulate,
When I’m numb and angry
And unable to vocalize a single thing.
I'm a zombie.
I'm a mannequin.
Listening to your vicious words
Which jar my mind
Pierce my gullet
Wrap cruelly around my neck like a scratchy wool scarf,
Choking me.
I swallow it all down,
I ingest the bitter pills you spew,
Because I'm mired in this delusional bullshit
Just the same as you are.
And that scratch in the surface will never be eradicated, my love.
No matter how hard we scrub at it.
- 13
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