9.0

[amuse]

the earthquake's
over aftershocks
rip me

apart sweetly
his first kiss on my lips thirteen
years later

my butt still burns
"it's my turn now":
screw the parents

the last islet cell gave up
20 years ago
insulin keeps her alive

pompeii's ashes have
moved to new york

thick black lines
9.0 on the richter scale
pale breathy squiggles
precede, follow.

microscopic shards
never appear on graphs.

never appear on
my face.

where are yours?

[Avalive]

I hardly love a poem. I love this one.

[amuse]

oh my goodness, really?
thank you, Avalive. i'm extremely touched.

[Koa]

Nice one again amuse... Not sure on how I'd comment further, but it's the same as I think of the others...breathtaking (how do you spell that? :confused:) and so damn emotional. And I like the references around, Pompei, New York, everything, feelings and stuff mixed together... :)

[emily655321]

Wow.


....

[Avalive]

oh my goodness, really?
thank you, Avalive. i'm extremely touched.

Smile. I say what I mean.

[amuse]

i was tightly wound up things from 3 a.m. that morning...glad this worked.