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Still It Beat

She nearly bled out on the plane
cursing you
upon passion

Severed the nerves
in white flames
denied the ghost

Wiped her mouth
a thousand times

(still tasted of you)

Stood in the light
of this estranged city
hoping not to see
the night sky

Hugged the buildings
scurried in the shadows
shunning the sun

Razorbacking at the departing
voice lost to the roar(s)

clawing at her chest
(no use)
still it beat


© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved


Day 28 of April / National & Global Poetry Writing Month. This is poem #26 in a Narrative Series that I call She&He in which I explore the relationship between two fictional characters.  Their story can be found right here by scrolling back through the month.  We are nearly at the end of this saga; check back in the next couple of days for the finale. Thank you to those who have been reading along with them.  Cheers, Jilly 🙂

She & He #26



A wild soul writing poetry.

6 thoughts on “Still It Beat

  1. I love the bleeding out on the plane and razorbacking – feral! But what tells me the most is wiping her mouth a thousand times, but (still tasted of you) leaves a sense of her unquenched desire to keep tasting him.

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