My senses tell me...
An entry for the Sensational II challenge
By Rachel DeemingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Solstice Hannan on Unsplash
I taste the words as they land like toxic waste.
I can smell your deception like expensive cologne.
I feel your guilt wind around me like a smooth constrictor.
I see through your vanity like a crystal decanter.
I hear your love like a smothering pillow.
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Comments (18)
A lot of strong lines and images, great job!
Good sensation poem… not one I want to experience first hand 😵💫.
This was tense and relatable... well done Rachel!!
Such tension! And you built it so well with so few words
This is definitely one of my favorites for this challenge. Really great stuff
Definitely someone to avoid. This was so well written - as usual Rachel. You’re on fire this year.
Note to self: People who wear expensive cologne are deceptive. I especially loved the love that feels like a smothering pillow.
Lovely 😍 one
Nice work
What a rogue and peasant slave this imaginary (or perhaps, quite real) interlocutor must be!
Oog! Time to take out the trash! Well done, Rachel! And what Cindy wrote!
A great poem to detect a narcissist.
Agree with Cindy!!
Stifled.
Very well done. I can hear that last line.
Fabulous poem! Somebody better run.
Scathing....visceral.....unhealthy.....toxic relationship. Your sensory emphasis comes through quite well.
ugh. This is not a fun read. Well done, though, but...yeah.