Frozen Assets
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My months pass backward,
Like a count down to
-Character assassination-
Birthed
Loss of disposition.
You feel less like
A person
And more like
A narrative
-In our tale of butchery-
We went rancid
Somewhere after
The third day
Sitting out of the fridge.
Break me in like
New shoes
In your
-Cherry wood closet-
Was my haven
The nights
I couldn't stand
To sleep in your
Innocence.
The end was clumsy.
You were left
Felling raw
And battered;
I felt nothing
Except failure
To subdue
-You-
Are there when
I close my eyes,
In dyeing
Morality/Mortality
Your face,
At that final moment,
So gnarled…
So contorted…
Like something
Was ripping at
Your flesh
From the inside out.
I sat disgusted,
As you flopped
Around,
The hook through
Your lip.
How you fought
For me…
I carried
My tears with me
Like the
The widow wears
Black
After foul play.
The right combination
Of longing of lost
And
-A hint of sadness-
Lingered
I did wash and
-The mascara came out easily-
After my eyes drained,
We sat in out state
Of frozen assets
You can't go
Forward
I can't go
-Backward-
The months pass.

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Ok, trying somethin' out here...indicated lines (-*-)
are BOTH the end of the previous line and the
beginning of the following line…
Does that make sense?
Well, phu-leeez tell me what you guys think!!
rage

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Is it true that one's Assets can only be frozen by the Government? I got big ones. -- Dolma
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I always like to see poets trying new things. I think this works well rage, and it sure is full of imagery. Nice job, I want more.
~~Cor~~
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wonderful poem rage, i read your words often and i cant wait to hear more...
you are a MAGNIFICANT poet. just know that, cherish your wonderful quality
always!!!
~illusion
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rage, how I envy you your literate admirers!
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I love your rhythm and form.... *Angel
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this is a beautiful poem... there is some incredible imagery here. i'd like to see more of your work. -MsCreant