Fatally Flawed
Open mouthed, salivating,
unforgiven words.
Passed
in silence.
Room spin, raw throat
spottled spittle depravity.
Clenched jaw, head high
undermined.
Formidably uncrossing pale legs
juncture and crevice
yearns.
Broken glass
sickly remnants of whisky
dribbles half-heartedly.
Listless kiss regrets,
double-jeopardy jumped.
Unfurling luscious betrayal wafts
ruffling, tempting.
Open mouthed, salivating;
discarded.
Thirty-four.
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Phew! Powerful stuff Shan ~ you really do make photos not only come alive but scream out with a story … in this case an all-too-familiar & very sad one. Wonderful poetry
Good stuff, Shan.
Sad & so tragically true….great poetry, Shan
Fractured and fuzzy, the dribbled aftertaste perfuses it’s stale way through this piece. Much to like here.
brilliant!
i miss you, girl! i hope 2012 is being good to you.
*Love* & *Hugs*
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