her limbs contorted
She can’t keep her thoughts sorted
Her katana is lifted and caught up in fury
The blade like her arm
The blade is her arm
It cuts her off
No one can reach her and her long arm
It cuts her down
She is crying without tears
Everyone sees her seething
Her husband sees her, truly
But cannot mirror this behavior
Holding her hands in her deeply entrenched fear
Grief can kill
Grief is still
Like a rancid, gripping stream
Still and hot, smoking like a pistol freshly squeezed
Nothing can live if she feeds it more metal
It tastes bittersweet
But her fury is the blade
She wrought
Cutting down the fire
Cutting down the fury
She found the enemy
In a mutual perspective
And laid down her arm
And placed fresh life into new bubbling
Waters.
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Author note: this poem represents the grief of Bexley, a young zombie woman dealing with loss and tragedy and her own overwhelming anger as a result.
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This is full of so much angst and powerful, so wonderfully and imaginatively worded! I felt the fury and then a light of hope when she “placed fresh life into new bubbling Waters.” So awesome 😍
And the saga continues with elegance & grace, in word at least, if not in depiction. (It makes me think of a song & its reprise from "Into the Woods": "Agony!")
Oh God, this was sooooo awesomeeee! I love significant her katana is to her, it became her arm at the time of her anger. Grief can kill. Grief is still. I loved those lines!
This is fabulous. Well done.
Spectacular and beautiful.
💖😉Brilliant piece of work!