a wrongful truth of warm citrus and lumpy water
watching my mouth move in curls and downturns
a discolored sock of clay and a screaming blossom tree
watching my wrinkles in a whirlpool licking the tide of my eyebrows
an ink splotch on a white flock and a rotten slice of apricot
watching my stranger eyes staring back into me a rising blue tornado of delirium
a smell of vomit bleaching flesh and a hasty bee prick
watching my face melt from the ceiling and playing with the noose
an imposing stench and the scent of decaying beauty
watching myself was a terrible mishap
a mirror of wrongful truth and a deceiving guest with knives for feet
watching myself and telling lies
A bleeding knuckle weeping ashes and bones
a puddle of pale sand abused and willowing
watching myself
watching my mouth
speak
a wrongful truth
Sep 21, 2022
Eat my words
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
Welcome to Neopoet!
is New Zealand considered 'down under?" i always wondered about that...
a heartfelt piece!
I think so?
I would say yes! Considering Australia is called 'down under' and we're below them (only in a geographical sense of course)
and thank you, appreciate the read and comment!