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created from tears uncried,
burned in the fires of bitter
anger, jealousy and greed
was her charcuterie heart
.
only salt remained where love
should have been dancing in the
flames of appreciation
and reverence for all life
.
her heavy, poisoned being
found sick pleasures infecting
the loving with venom spat
from seeping lacerations
.
her exanguinated soul
left her body long ago
returning to the ether
now blessing her victims
.
as karma swings his heavy
pendulum, timing the floods
of justice, for her to feel
all she unkindly bestowed
.
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Comments (13)
Phenomenal!
Such a strong piece! I can't decide what version I like more.
Like Dana below - I also enjoyed both versions. Love how hard you make the reader work for this one. Much more existential language used here, whereas the other is more 'wo/man on the street' hyper-accessible language. Both have value and a place, in my opinion. Once again - so glad you didn't rob us of your unfiltered version, while coupling that with the refined version. Well done x2!!
Wonderful imagery. Love "as karma swings his heavy / pendulum," as a contrast to "where love / should have been dancing"
I enjoyed both versions, though this one is definitely more refined. Very well done!
Wows! Read this after the uncut/unedited version. Huge difference!
This is wonderfully written. Well done.
I like this piece♥️💯👍💬
Ahhh this is so well written Kayleigh!!
Ooh, I actually loved seeing how you shifted from the last poem to this one. "her heavy, poisoned being found sick pleasures infecting the loving with venom spat from seeping lacerations" Without this, I think the narcissistic bully label wouldn't have been so clear. Plus, I love this stanza; your word choice here is truly great. "seeping lacerations" is my favorite. So true, so true. Also, the image of blood leaving the body for the ether, only to rain down and infect others with the same awful feelings and destructive behaviors, is truly inspired. SO effective here, and incredibly visceral. It's an effort to feel bad for someone like this, but I applaud you for doing the work to get there. It shows.
Wow, this was so visceral feeling. The brokenness of the heart and the spirit, whew. What a feeling!
If we don't heal, we tend to bleed on those who didn't hurt us. I really loved the term charcuterie heart. It gave the image of a hearr broken into many pieces. Loved your poem! Also, I hope I grasped what you were going for 😅
Sad. But good for Karma! Great poem!