by Daniel   Jul 14, 2020

You wield your
tongue like an assassin's

whilst I skulk the
corners of your room -

where ghosts of us
and shreds of us
bury the remains of us.

Something is now perishing,
something is rotting
the bruises and abrasions
are not healing

as our breath sours the air -
I've still fistfuls of your hair
you've still hands round
my throat,

our bodies evanesce
like the slow burning wick
of the bitterest
last kiss;


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  • 2 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    The details! the details..sweet-god..the semicolon, how I appreciate the way this piece ended. So much emotions...I can feel every single line. I even read this in my head in such a slam-poetry tone because of its intensity. One of my favorites.

    • 1 month ago

      by Daniel

      Thank you kindly, Rania. :)

  • 2 months ago

    by Gracy Judith

    A very well-written piece depicting differences between two lovers and how bitterness lingers and hurt does not heal. I love the use of the word skulk very well. Cheers...

    • 2 months ago

      by Daniel

      Thanks for your kind words Milly, Gracy. :)

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Vivid imagery that portrays very well the evils of conflict in the home. Its steeped in bitterness and depicts all that is bad in a relationship gone wrong. An excellent write. Milly x

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Sorry having issues with mouse keeps duplicatiing

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