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Grief, like a leaden blanket
Wraps around my heart;
Swollen tears plop
On to the layered fabric of our cherished relationship,
Landing next to the cyber sex cigar burns,
Ash scattered fake kisses
And thrusting hips as knives,
Slashing the fabric.
The tiny silken stitches of previous forgiveness's
Torn, frayed, destroyed.
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Ruth Stewart
Never one to do one thing at a time, I'm currently writing a horror novel and a book of poetry for the daughters of narcissists. Come back soon for a link to be included in all my news, on Vocal and elsewhere. I'd love to get to know you!
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Comments (9)
This is great, I really like the violence of the language around the lustful, damaging actions contrasting against the soft fragility of the imagery around tenderness.
Courageous raw, powerfully written!!!❤️❤️💕
Intense, and yet the release seems gratifying. Thank for sharing.
Wow. “Swollen tears plop On to the layered fabric of our cherished relationship” The words relating to physical injury and fabrics were meaningfully matched in this poem. I never would have thought to relate them yet the pairing works beautifully to show the contrasting emotions of hurt and anger. At the same time, you link them both to passion in love and separation. Maybe im not expressing this well enough…but the point is that I see and appreciate your metaphors!
This grief feels like the smoldering chill left from anger exhausted. I'm glad Paul shared it today.
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A tragic picture, well painted.
This felt like words bleeding on the screen. Tragic, beautiful writing.
This was very raw and vivid. Great Prose