something so different stares me down
in the bones of my face, murdering calcium
I fear a change has come on me like death
shifting all I knew previously into stones weighing down
watching myself cut out of the pack with my own knife
a wrong-headed empathy for cruel people becomes the epitaph
we can stare at ourselves directly and see nothing of the future
rushing through life, peering round corners
how soon they show their true selves and the tar of their shriveled heart
the slip from love to indifference, a hesitation gasping to spill her ache
a handful of weeks pass and they advertise themselves to others like cheap meat
for the next fool who scooping down, picks up their deceit like a fallen child
in those instances, I wish for fangs and to be wild
it seems more honest to tear your fucking throat out
than help you understand why you are poison
9 Replies to “Lemon rind lover”
A lemon rind lover doesn’t sound sweet ..😥🤗
Great work! Love the “bones of my face, murdering calcium” and ” cut out of the pack with my own knife”.
When empathy probes, searching for a beating heart and finds only a calculator, yes fangs are to be wished for, or thunderbolts, or dragon fire.
A song came to mind, then another, and another, and another, and … so many.
Such seething anger
I happen to Love eating lemon rinds… but I don’t like being treated like this. It’s heartbreaking but we soldier on.
Actually so do I 😉
(I know! 😏)
Oh, those last three lines, I’ve felt them! Very relatable piece, Candy! <3
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