She writes with a brutal hand,
(there is no other way for the brutalized)
truth sharpened to a stiletto point
her words crack skin,
steal breath,
open wounds
and longing.
Pages grow lustfully,
ink turns to flesh,
moans echo in strange tongues,
and men stiffen in far-off rooms,
their borders breached by desire.
She is both wound and weapon,
a storm of naked syllables,
her honesty obscene,
her poetry an invasion.
Intriguing, frightening
disgusting, desirable.
A woman men want,
but never to keep.
They flee the damaged
once their hunger is sated.
Those who remain,
she drives away.
In her mind she is unkeepable.
Though her heart still wants to be kept
hello dearest Benny beautifully written honesty ❤️
This is a great “tribute” write. Accurate with its visuals that it creates
Well written.
Thank you Crimsin and Styxian.
Aptly written, my friend. The poem sitting on the right somehow makes it perfect and even more poignant.
Clay
Hoi hoi
Lured into this write by the artwork
The artwork is nice, but it’s the write that tells it all.
Lovely!
Kind regards, Gus
The formatting of your poem gave me an “aha” moment. Now you’ve spoiled me for the left side of the page! Very impressionable lines throughout, like “a storm of naked syllables”. How I wish I had thought of that one. Do you prefer “Benny” or “Peter”? Let me know!
Thanks Kelly….Peter or Benny doesn’t matter.
Well said. I probably know of which women you speak about. All here are valuable in some way.
Do I scare you? Lol. We are all damaged in some way. Some of us try to heal and those efforts may damage others. Everything pours out of me and I write it down. Most if it is “brutal” which is how I described my writing around 2000. Now I use “gritty”. You can empathize or just be thankful for the life you have. Most memories or thoughts can be put down to share.
No….you don’t scare me and I appreciate your comment and the honesty in your writing.
Brutal or gritty has to be written as such.How else can the pain you have endured be conveyed?
That said, I can only imagine your life….you have lived it
💋
Excellent piece. I’ve read this poem twice and I can feel your passion & respect for her. Well said.
Survivors demand our utmost respect.
Thanks for the nice comment.