Thursday, January 8, 2009


My skin is taut--
to the breaking point--
being pulled
from all sides

by the old
and the young--

The cells s e p a r a t e
at an a g o n i z i n g l y s l o w p a c e

and I silently bleed.

I call out
as the waves of pain
overtake me,
my lifeblood
spent and empty,
beyond sustenance,
no longer nourishing.

The placental essence

a rusty dust under my feet

to be blown away

by the wind.


Charli said...

This is a great poem - I really like your use of space here. How you fill up the "page" with your words for an added effect. Really nice.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks, Charli! I love the use of space as a means of expression.

Linda S. Socha said...

Very Powerful poem...I can step into that scenerio with your words. Really well done

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thank you so much, Linda!

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