Letters from Jendi

by Alice   Aug 20, 2018

Two weeks in-
the shell pealed back
to see in colour
each crooked snag
of prickled skin
along my back.
The air sinks in-
and thought may beat
me into shards
of broken wishes
left in bars
and bathroom floors
that cupped my form
all through the night
until shocks of dawn
woke me shivering
through the cracks
in memories
I can’t get back.


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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    The first time I read this, I thought of letters from something like a rehab facilitation center or even a prison with the mentions of "bars". There's a sense of depravity, of a loss, this person's brightness dull and their memories rotting.

    As always, love the way you format and the mystery behind it. The imagery is raw and makes me feel like this person is trapped, wishing to be somewhere safe. Not cramped between spaces and left exposed.

    That's how I felt reading this: exposed. Hard to explain but your imagery is always powerful and striking.

    All the best.

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    An excellent piece. Loved it. Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Nice form and rhyme.

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