Just Below the Surface
Concealed but painfully real
Festering
Just beneath the surface
Lies, percolate
Forming a pustule
Expanding and pulsating
The more gingerly
You handle them
The larger it swells
Spreading its reek deeper
Widening out
There are two states
Growing
And burst
The day finally comes
When the cracks
Overflow
Pressure breaches
The propagating load of filth
Explodes onto the
Outside world
Contaminating
All touched
By its spreading
Tendrils of
Overwhelming doubt
Leaving you mired
In melancholy
Frozen in place
Dropping to your knees
In paralyzed grief
It takes less time
Than you would think
To film over
Crustifying
Putrifying
Under layers of
Ruminating think
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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Comments (2)
Oooof. This one is raw-raw! Brilliantly grotesque and emotionally accurate in that way only metaphors involving pus ever truly are. May all future emotional blemishes pop cleanly and with minimum splash damage. 😂
You have a real talent for using words to describe intense emotions. Exploring these difficult topics takes great courage, writing and honesty.