It is true
I began to resent you
Down to the smallest
Things about you
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The forced smile
That would too often
Accompany a
Sinking feeling
In my stomach
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The furrow in your brow
Which I learnt was
A precursor to you
Stacking blame on
My shoulders
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The hunch of your shoulders
As if you couldn’t carry
My very presence
(The same one I
Shied away from
For months after)
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And that-
That was the true ending
When you no longer
Felt like a warm blanket
(When you started to
More closely resemble
Burning skin)
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About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
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well written
Those last lines are going to stick with me for a while
This one has a very familiar sting to it!! Beautiful work Poppy!!
Love that ending, it sums it up, doesn't it.
From blanket to burning skin. That's such a strong image to end with, Poppy. It's making me on edge thinking about it.
Well written… I really like the first line of each stanza… each new sign & what it indicated.✅
The painful cycle of life. Great work, Poppy.
Ugh, you so easily brought this painful reality to the page. Amazing work :)
Wow, Poppy! This is incredible! Resentment is certainly that slow growing relational death! “The hunch of your shoulders As if you couldn’t carry My very presence” were such striking lines!