Territory.

She was art; you were an answer book.
Nothing about you was tinted dangerous
until you sported treasures, each with a
jagged edge.

This was your deception.
You proudly stated you would
smooth them over by a startling kiss of
chilled rhubarb lips.

You snagged every teardrop from that weeping sunset,
planning to smear it across your palette and
arrive at her doorstep with watercolors,
nodding your head, "see? we understand each other".

She used every fingernail to touch the muddy paint,
in complete denial that she was living in a bottle,
only rebelling against her vines so she could
be the tolerable one.

She never lived by the ocean, never visited
sandy dunes 'til her back moaned with sun's
"I told you so" and she thought she could
fill herself with zephyrs,
but they always were a sidewalk ending
as she awoke to a small, one bedroom apartment.

You haven't brought her to safety,
you've only sharpened the edges of her bottle.

This was your territory, for you reconstructed
a human being, one who gave her soul
so you could add on to greed, buying steel
in mid-morning traffic and signing contracts
without her agreement.

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You made her believe that to breathe without you,
there would be no air at all.

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Written 7/29/13 @ 1:01 PM
A bit of slam poetry if you can call it that.... wrote this while saying it aloud... more imagery and a bit in your face....wanted to make it sound more like a tale between these two characters' relationship I created.

Also, I just decided to add something to "lips", I chose rhubarb because the stems of the leaves are edible but the leaves themselves contain oxalic acid which can be toxic when consumed or touched by the skin.

Baby Rainbow's challenge from these random prompts:

Deception
denial
greed
weeping sunset
territory
no air
jagged edge
waves of self rejection
living in a bottle
tolerable

- line 4 must be:
jagged edge

and title must be :
territory