Resentment
you are a repeating bee sting
year after year, piling pinches in differing pitch
you curdle the morning with your sour breath
you are unforgettable like a drowned ideal
a miniature trauma, deftly poisoning wells
I no longer have the musculature for your vicious recall
regression bites her tongue, you enter my empty rooms
the sweep of your thorny gown; ever barbed splendor
I hate you and I need you to remind me why
my heart clenches at certain memories
even as they gloss over the gore of birth
lull into false security, the survivor who is still dying.
Trust is a gorgeous wild flower with shallow roots
don’t mistake my guarded eyes for gentleness
I’d no more let you in, than inviscerate my delusions
for no time at any speed, would completely forget
the pins afixing me to the past, like weathervane without use
call me weak if it helps you …
but I know all of us, are desiccate moths behind glass
our wings artificially stretched taut, see-through
fangs once so succulent, brittle with taxidermy
we bear our discolored underbelly unwillingly
all the while invoking eternal question
what will it take to sate the ache?
Resentment
you are a fresh faced girl laughing at my fat ankles
you are the friend who used me and forgot me
you are the lover who didn’t even bother to hate
indifference ever, the greater stain
for there is nothing that slays me deeper
than your flat eyes and your careless hand
reaching without wanting
through the savage throat of time.
(IMAGE and ARTISIT Ida reading a letter Vilhelm Hammershøi)
Is it a kind of rot
Or slow corrosion
A rust in the gears of feeling
That denies the release
Of rage
Evades the clarity
Of anguish
Chills the heat
Of hate
Empties the satisfaction
Of revenge
But persists
Like a foul smell
That never quite goes
No matter how hard
We try to disinfect
Resentment
I am completely enamored with your emotion-filled imagery evoked in these lines. You’ve found the perfect way to not only describe what you are feeling, but you vividly express it to us the readers. Brava!
Merveilleux