She nearly bled out on the plane
cursing you
passion
upon passion
Severed the nerves
in white flames
denied the ghost
pain
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
planes
voice lost to the roar(s)
clawing at her chest
(no use)
still it beat
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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
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Oh–I really like this one, Jilly! Beautiful phrasing, but still so visceral.
How will it all end??? 🙂
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Thank you, Merrill! Writing it today…
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Ooooooo!
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Seeking the solace of distancing oneself – does that ever work… for either party? What ensues?!?
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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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Exactly.
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