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All She Had to Say Was No

The wind gasped a final breath
like a devil reeling, fresh out of hell.
The grains of sand lay reticent
and fought with laziness
as they awaited new instructions.
Her eyes turned from green to yellow to red
as the weeds forgot how to tumble.
My skin began to char
as I waited at her stoplight
and the cannibals formed a buffet line;
each paying $6.95 for a piece of flesh
and three sides.
She gave one of them their money back
because they found a piece of my hair in their meal.

And me?
Well, I scrapped up the leftovers,
gathered up my bones
and hoped I didn't hit any more stoplights
on the way home.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe, Henry Rollins, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickinson

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Comments

brittle light

brittle light

10 years 6 months ago

Hey Scott

bet you won't ask her that again!

nice work, really nice. bright clear images came alive...impressive
I enjoy your imagination, and the tone you apply..."Man, you're cool"

Rula

Rula

10 years 6 months ago

Scott

I agree with Al. This is lovely with a special touch. If you 'd only tell what inspires this, because curiosity has killed the cat. :)

E

eightmenout

10 years 6 months ago

Rula

Glad you enjoyed the piece. It was inspired by a long, drawn out break up that occurred years ago.

thanks,