Fruit in her mouth
Muffles her speech
"Don't eat this"
She tries to preach
So full in the face
From doing it herself
All that slips through
"Eat"
Poison dripped from her lips
He saw it too
He took the apple
Took a bite
~
Swelling in the face
Choking on his tongue
Blisters on the skin
Gasping for air
Astonished she says
"I told you not to eat it"
His eyes widen
Anger boils over
"How could you do this to me"
He gasps out
"You ate it, why not me?"
"You...
are...
Unaffected...."
He tries to scream
She squints her eyes
Face serious
Through gritted teeth
"Just because I can handle it,
Does not mean you can too"
She lifts her chin
"And you blame me?"
Choking on his last breath
He spits out
"You ate it...
right...
in front of me"
His eyes roll back
Lungs deflate
His body stills
Spirit lifts out
And floats away
~
Watching her beloved
She falls to her knees
Begging for forgiveness
Over his lifeless body
Her tears turn to rivers
She wails and weeps
Day in and day out
Pleading for his return
The rivers start to slow
Her eyes start to dry
With the water drained from her
She shrivels up
Into nothing
And her spirit floats away
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
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A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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I like your style. Well written and haunting.
Wow, I love the idea behind this. If men would just listen to us sometimes.... it would save us, too
Top Story.
Wow - this is unlike anything I've ever read. Visceral, unsettling, brilliant, rich, gorgeous, tormented. There aren't enough adjectives; brilliant Top Story.
This poem caught me off guard. It’s unsettling and beautiful
Thought I read and commented on this one. Maybe I'm getting even more forgetful in my old age, lol. This was truly a powerful poem, Tanya. Totally agree with Cailtin. Congrats on a well-deserved Top Story!
Tanya 🎉🎉Oh MY GOSH!!! This was beyond powerful. Can one be hooked by a poem? Yes, yes we can. Wow. I am just so speechless. I'm in awe. I don't think I could pick one thing and be okay with picking. Its a fall over yourself. Feel it. Breathe it. Let it sink in, moment. This was like legitimately, the perfect twist. The pace was out of this world. The back and forth in dialogue. The blame. The fact that they were both gone at different times for different reasons. Damn, you did your thing here. I have a migraine I am trying to get rid of at the moment, but THIS. Down to the photo choice. I had to rave about it behind this screen. Congratulations on your Top Story, my lovely! 🤗❤️🖤🎉🎉👌🏾👏🏾