by Jordan   Apr 27, 2015

Gasp, choke, cough.
Sputter blood spittle -

my teeth are red, I jeer
in languages you've never
heard. Head tilting back
eyes shifting, turn black.
Indecent proposal at best;
I sell myself to piranhas.

Hands are soft
carotid pillows.

In life I am squeamish
around others, but the girl
makes me feel alive so
before I go perhaps I
should see her out.
I am the door. Get out.

My breath feels like
acid on my flesh. How?

Gasping, awake, I cease
looking through myself,
it is not I on the other side
but she. She is the door but
oh, how I cackle at metaphor.
What is a door but a prison?

This is not who I am.
This is not who I will be.

I thought, piranha,
that this would work but
the mirror has begun to
make me sick. Your voice
has become my own again.
I am the door. Get out.


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  • 4 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging Comment

    Mercy! This dark gem by Jordan oozes with powerful darkness and emotion.

    His word usage is very fun, favorable and vibrant. I cant begin to praise the beauty of his words.

    The message of an unhealthy relationship perhaps...

    The formatting is wonderful and the repetition of the door is powerful and significant to this piece I feel...

    wonderful poem by Jordan!!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Dancing Rivers

    Wow this is a very intense piece, i love it!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Damn it Jordan your writing is powerful!