Sunday, September 18, 2016

In This Room

Here, in this room, is where I left it. 
I carry a key,
cold between my breasts, hard against my heart,
that I will never use again.

You--reaper, slayer, bitch--
I bear no mercy for you, no kind thought.
May fire ants climb up your cunt and kill you very slowly,
and the balm stay in sight just out of reach.

Here, outside this room, is where the husk-body walks.
It lives, while the heart that was its passenger browns and curls beyond the door.
Love for my familiars is strong
but the rest I have driven nails through and fed to bald-head vultures.

Killer, drooling lunatic, dust-souled woman-forgery,
I spit on every mote that's left of you;
I feed your ghost great troughs of hate,
and curse you for killing me, again each day, as long as I have memory.
_____

for Susie's "If Death Were A Woman" challenge at Real Toads.

 

14 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

sometimes, i wish i could hate like this. would make getting over people easier...maybe...

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hedgewitch said...

So many turns of phrase here are also turns of the screw--piercing and wounding, as well as steely scarred and sore. The first two lines of your third stanza are possibly two of the best I've ever read on this subject--an amazing piece of poetry, Shay.

Sioux said...

Shay--Your love poems are wonderful, and your hate poems are... well, your hate poems are wonderfully horrible. So biting.

Two of my favorites:

"Here, outside this room, is where the husk-body walks.
It lives, while the heart that was its passenger browns and curls beyond the door."

and

"great troughs of hate"

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I most like the stanza with the lines Hedge quoted..........so strong, venom to the Death-Woman.

Outlawyer said...

Hey Shay, this resonates like a curled-fingered curse thrown at someone's back, rather like a knife, only, of course, there's a lot of sadness in it too. Very brutal and honest both, and vividly visceral. k.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

yes, 'hate' is a visceral human manifestation and you expressed it well in this piece. i 'hate' you for being so clever and good ! kidding !

Kerry O'Connor said...

I was waiting for your reply to this challenge.. and I am not disappointed. Such fire(ants) and acid and defiance. Brilliantly conceived.

Mama Zen said...

"May fire ants climb up your cunt and kill you very slowly"

Mine. Stealing it. Live with it.

grapeling said...

hand held to the red stove searing. whew ~

Susie Clevenger said...

Death is a real bitch. "May fire ants climb up your cunt and kill you very slowly, and the balm stay in sight just out of reach." Ballsy and brash statement. I love it. Fabulous creativity with this prompt. Thanks so much for writing for the challenge!!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Whoo! Kill that fucker! Then what, you've employed the very thing you think you've demolished. Loved this! la la mosk

Lynn said...

Girl!

Cloudia said...

queen of phrases