You’ve built me up
Fed my heart to bursting
Pumped my fibrous strands
Till they’re layered and puffy
Filled me to the brim with
Waters of professed love and uncertainty
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You tore me down strip by strip
Sliced my fascia to delicate ribbons
Till I was nothing but gore and bone
Unable to argue with naked logic
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You dug in, tooth and nail
Scratched, in this time-honored art —
Scrimshaw
Wrote for me a new tale with your truth
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You hung my skeleton on your hook
Flayed and splayed like an open book
Locked your basement vault, long-forgotten
I’m naught but myth
Captured in magical word-bound sticks
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Reality transformed into plot
Blurring lines between monster and man
Like Frankenstein or the beautiful Mr. Grey
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Wolves tore the house above to sharpened steaks
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 21~ Tempers Flare
The other guests had all gone. The yelling started when Frannie’s family and the Prenticits were the only ones left. “Who do you think you’re fooling here, Tony? Ginny turned you down because she knows she’s way too good for the likes of you, and from what I can tell, Francine did, too. Why don’t you just crawl back down to the docks where you belong.” “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Prenticit. The docks, that’s your turf, ain’t it? I guess I’ll see you there later, won’t I? Maybe you can get in line behind me outside Dregs!”
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There’s something almost ritualistic in the way you describe being torn down and reshaped. I felt both the pain and the artistry in your lines.
This resonated so deeply with me. Loved your poem!