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    Blackened Glass

    Sitting in the corner, I was just a sick animal;
    and you forcibly cut out my tied tongue.
    I wanted to bite you deeply and then lick your blood
    to make sure the open wound would soon heal,
    but you only left me with silence and yellow teeth.
    I wanted to pour your red wine
    directly into my porcelain stomach
    until it leaked out of my pores
    and stained my raw, pale skin.
    You dragged me by my collar
    and threw me outside with
    the snowman our children made:
    I was blue, and the air chilled me;
    I had to eat the carrot-nose
    just to feel my veins pulse.
    Energy started coming back to me
    despite the deadened arctic-atmosphere
    that pressed on me like phantom-hands.
    Through our living room window,
    peering inside and shaking, I watched
    you playing and smiling with them;
    their giggles put a shotgun to my chest.
    While wishing my numb fingers could bend,
    I looked at my lost palms as the tears
    thudded and hit the flesh,
    and the crevices changed into frozen rivers.
    You drew the blinds, and their little laughter
    was drained by the abiding plastic in my face.
    My tail had no motion; the bones were filled
    with liquid nitrogen, and if I moved too fast,
    I might have shattered into blades of glass
    that would slice any person who offered
    to put me together into a taped-up version
    of my former-self; they’d eventually choose
    to get a blunt broom and dustpan to empty me
    into a dark, fossilized cardboard box.
    And, while still trying to see beyond the blinds,
    I was thinking of my babies spending their days
    with some masked spider that you’d decide to bring home;
    his webs could asphyxiate them as they looked at photos
    of me on our broken gyprock. I couldn’t stand the idea
    of that imaginary, eight-legged bastard pretending to be
    their dad; and I began creating vivid thoughts
    of him lying with you on our mattress (which scared me):
    it made me want to grab a newspaper and squash
    his fabricated existence with advertisements and obituaries.
    My loud heart was an ice cube that refused to melt
    and only wanted to try to cool your warm, sour whisky
    as you told me you were sorry; but my sore rib cage
    was whispering that I should toss my love
    into a kitchen sink so someone wouldn’t slip
    and injure themselves as they got coffee with me.
    If I had my tongue back, I could bare to tell myself that this is for the best;
    but I’m still stuck staring at your blackened glass fogged by my breath.
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    "You drew the blinds, and their little laughter
    was drained by the abiding plastic in my face. "

    I'm feeling warm and fuzzy all over after reading this offering (just kidding)... enjoyed the wordplay (albeit dark and disturbing imagery); I pray the protagonist isn't you.

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    Quote Originally Posted by tailor STATELY View Post
    "You drew the blinds, and their little laughter
    was drained by the abiding plastic in my face. "

    I'm feeling warm and fuzzy all over after reading this offering (just kidding)... enjoyed the wordplay (albeit dark and disturbing imagery); I pray the protagonist isn't you.

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    Lol You're funny. :P I'm glad you enjoyed the wordplay. Sadly the protagonist is me. I didn't focus too much on meter in this piece, but I tried to be straightforward while being metaphorical and honest with what happened to me as well. Thank you for taking the time to read it, tailor.
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    You’re a great writer. Funnily enough the line that Tailor quoted confused me. Why plastic? Plastic surgery? Seemed an odd metaphor for your face.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Jerrybaldy View Post
    You’re a great writer. Funnily enough the line that Tailor quoted confused me. Why plastic? Plastic surgery? Seemed an odd metaphor for your face.
    I appreciate the compliment. I was thinking more literally when I wrote that line, I think. A lot of blinds are made of plastic, and I'm saying that the mother of my children drew the plastic blinds in my face.

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