Welcome to day 38 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day anathema meaning
"something or someone that one vehemently dislikes."
Seasons of Violence
He was anathema to her
He was anaesthetic all at the same time
The dull mechanical punch of his
Relentless drilling words
Hammering her to numbness
Sitting on a train minding my own business
"Dog" "cunt" "fuckwit"
Pounding words eviscerate
The senses
Adjectives fail
There is an ache
And there is purple and blue
There is yellow also
There is green and black
This is black, dark black
Jogging minding my own business
My feet clattering on the cobbles
Then slam!
Me into wordlessness
The hair stinks blood
The cobbles are so near now
Just a knuckle graze away
Not even
The sky is so bland today
It is so far away
It is so untouched
It is untouchable
My arms are my wings:
"Cradle me clouds
Cradle my vast aching limbs
Fold me deep into the sky
Where I might shrivel and hide
Forever!"
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